Of the others, one daughter was unhappily married, and away in India weeping herself thinner; another was nursing her babies in Streatham.

Jim, the hope of the house, and Julia, now married to Robert Cunningham, had come home for Christmas.
The party was seated in the drawing-room, that the grown-up daughters had made very fine during their periods of courtship.

Its walls were hung with fine grey canvas, it had a large, silvery grey, silky carpet, and the furniture was covered with dark green silky material.

Into this reticence pieces of futurism, Omega cushions and Van-Gogh-like pictures exploded their colours.

Such _chic_ would certainly not have been looked for up Shottle Lane.
The old man sat in his high grey arm-chair very near an enormous coal fire.