Close to the rosewood table was placed a rocking-chair, and between the legs of the deal table were huddled together a camp-stool and a hassock.

In short, every remarkable variety of the illustrious family of Seats was represented in one corner or another of Mr.Blyth's painting-room.
All the surplus small articles which shelves, tables, and chairs were unable to accommodate, reposed in comfortable confusion on the floor.
One half at least of a pack of cards seemed to be scattered about in this way.

A shirt-collar, three gloves, a boot, a shoe, and half a slipper; a silk stocking, and a pair of worsted muffetees; three old play-bills rolled into a ball; a pencil-case, a paper-knife, a tooth-powder-box without a lid, and a superannuated black-beetle trap turned bottom upwards, assisted in forming part of the heterogeneous collection of rubbish strewed about the studio floor.

And worse than all--as tending to show that the painter absolutely enjoyed his own disorderly habits--Mr.Blyth had jocosely desecrated his art, by making it imitate litter where, in all conscience, there was real litter enough already.

Just in the way of anybody entering the room, he had painted, on the bare floor, exact representations of a new quill pen and a very expensive-looking sable brush, lying all ready to be trodden upon by entering feet.