As for Miss Rosseter, she had nursed cancer, and now painted water-colours.
"Running away so soon ?" said Miss Perry vaguely.

"At home every afternoon, if you've nothing better to do--except Thursdays." "I've never known you desert your old ladies once," Miss Rosseter was saying, and Mr.Benson was stooping over the parrot's cage, and Miss Perry was moving towards the bell....
The fire burnt clear between two pillars of greenish marble, and on the mantelpiece there was a green clock guarded by Britannia leaning on her spear.

As for pictures--a maiden in a large hat offered roses over the garden gate to a gentleman in eighteenth-century costume.

A mastiff lay extended against a battered door.

The lower panes of the windows were of ground glass, and the curtains, accurately looped, were of plush and green too.
Laurette and Jacob sat with their toes in the fender side by side, in two large chairs covered in green plush.