It was sparely furnished, but with a certain cleanly comfort.

A bed stood in one corner; in another, a small washhand-stand; between them a low chest of drawers with a looking-glass upon it.

The rest was arranged for day use; a cupboard kept out of sight household utensils and food.
Being immediately under the roof, the room was much heated after long hours of sunshine.

From the open window came a heavy scent of mignonette.
Thyrza had laid the table for tea, and was sitting idly.

It was not easy to recognise her as Lydia's sister; if you searched her features the sisterhood was there, but the type of countenance was so subtly modified, so refined, as to become beauty of rare suggestiveness.