"I am going to bed; I feel quite faint." "All right," said Eustace, "I think that it is the best thing to do in this comfortless shop.

Confound that fellow, Short, why couldn't he come and dine?
I wonder if there is any place where one could go to smoke a pipe, or rather a cigar--I suppose those fellows would despise me if I smoked a pipe?
There was no smoking allowed here in my uncle's time, so I used to smoke in the house-keeper's room; but I can't do that now"-- "Why don't you smoke here ?--the room is so big it would not smell," said Augusta.
"Oh, hang it all, no," said Eustace; "think of the velvet curtains! I can't sit and smoke by myself in a room fifty feet by thirty; I should get the blues.

No, I shall come upstairs, too, and smoke there"-- And he did.
Early, very early in the morning, Augusta woke, got up, and put on a dressing-gown.
The light was streaming through the rich gold cloth curtains, some of which she had drawn.

It lit upon the ewers, made of solid silver, on the fine lace hangings of the bed, and the priceless inlaid furniture, and played round the faces of the cupids on the frescoed ceiling.

Augusta stared at it all and then thought of the late master of this untold magnificence as he lay dying in the miserable hut in Kerguelen Land.