Paul dared not go forward, for fear of treading on piles of white stuff.
On the table was a jenny for carding the lace.

There was a pack of brown cardboard squares, a pack of cards of lace, a little box of pins, and on the sofa lay a heap of drawn lace.
The room was all lace, and it was so dark and warm that the white, snowy stuff seemed the more distinct.
"If you're coming in you won't have to mind the work," said Mrs.
Radford.

"I know we're about blocked up.

But sit you down." Clara, much embarrassed, gave him a chair against the wall opposite the white heaps.

Then she herself took her place on the sofa, shamedly.
"Will you drink a bottle of stout ?" Mrs.Radford asked.