"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley's murder.

I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she's wearing a very pretty one), but if you don't mind being left alone, supper will be at eight.

I dare say you'll write a poem of your own while you're waiting.

Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn't our room look charming ?" She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.
"Dear things!" she exclaimed.

"Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are--faithful, silent friends.