I made the necessary change in my tone of mind and ran him to earth.
The Watteau room was further enlivened by the introduction of a scarlet plush couch of sumptuous design.

By its side stood a couple of electric lights.

The virulent green of their shades made the colours of the be-shepherded wall-panels appear almost unearthly, and threw impossible shadows on the deal partition.

Round the couch stood chairs with piles of papers neatly arranged on them; round it, on the floor, were more papers lying like the leaves of autumn that one sings of.

On it lay Fox, enveloped in a Shetland shawl--a good shawl that was the only honest piece of workmanship in the torn-tawdry place.