Jim had furnished it from Heale's with striped hangings, green and white and yellow and dark purple, and with a green-and-black checked carpet, and great stripe-covered chairs and Chesterfield.

A big gas-fire was soon glowing in the handsome old fire-place, the panelled room seemed cosy.
While Jim was handing round drinks and sandwiches, and Josephine was making tea, Robert played Bach on the piano--the pianola, rather.

The chairs and lounge were in a half-circle round the fire.

The party threw off their wraps and sank deep into this expensive comfort of modern bohemia.

They needed the Bach to take away the bad taste that _Aida_ had left in their mouths.