Black and gold cabinets, and china, and statues, and pictures.

There was a picture of a cabbage and a pheasant and a dead hare that was just like life, and I would have given worlds to have it for my own.

The fur was so natural I should never have been tired of looking at it; but Alice liked the one of the girl with the broken jug best.

Then besides the pictures there were clocks and candlesticks and vases, and gilt looking-glasses, and boxes of cigars and scent and things littered all over the chairs and tables.

It was a wonderful place, and in the middle of all the splendour was a little old gentleman with a very long black coat and a very long white beard and a hookey nose--like a falcon.