A footstool.

Is it permitted to admire your slippers--what there is of them?
Now you look comfortable." He attended to her wants, divined them, and perhaps created them with a perfect grace and much too intimate a knowledge.

As a carpet knight he was faultless.

And Etta thought of Paul, who could do none of these things--or would do none of them--Paul, who never made her feel like a doll.
"Will you not sit down ?" she said, indicating a chair, which he did not take.

He selected one nearer to her.
"I can think of nothing more desirable." "Than what ?" she asked.