You're away up above us." "'Us' seems to be very prosperous, anyhow," said Paul, looking round him.

Jane watched him jealously and saw his face change.

The dining room, spaciously proportioned, was, like the vestibule, a mass of gilt frames and staring paint.

Not an inch of wall above the oak dado was visible.

Crude landscapes, wooden portraits, sea studies with waves of corrugated iron, subject pictures of childishly sentimental appeal, blinded the eyes.