Some sacks of grain were stored in one corner, a rough carpenter's bench stood under one of the mullioned windows, and some garden-seeds were spread out to dry in another.
The woman opened a low door at the end of this hall, and ushered Gilbert into a sitting-room with three windows looking out upon a Dutch bowling-green, a quadrangle of smooth turf shut in by tall hedges of holly.

The room was empty, and the visitor had ample leisure to examine it while the woman went to seek Mrs.Holbrook.
It was a large room with a low ceiling, and a capacious old-fashioned fire-place, where a rather scanty fire was burning in a dull slow way.
The furniture was old and worm-eaten,--furniture that had once been handsome,--and was of a ponderous fashion that defied time.

There was a massive oaken cabinet on one side of the room, a walnut-wood bureau with brass handles on the other.

A comfortable looking sofa, of an antiquated design, with chintz-covered cushions, had been wheeled near the fire-place; and close beside it there was a small table with an open desk upon it, and some papers scattered loosely about.

There were a few autumn flowers in a homely vase upon the centre table, and a work-basket with some slippers, in Berlin wool work, unfinished.
Gilbert Fenton contemplated all these things with supreme tenderness.