Upon the table, which was a box, there was displayed always an invariable arrangement.
Colonel Battersleigh's riding whip (without which he was rarely seen in public) was placed upon the table first.

Above the whip were laid the gauntlets, crossed at sixty degrees.

On top of whip and gloves rested the hat, indented never more nor less.

Beyond these, the personal belongings of Battersleigh of the Rile Irish were at best few and humble.

In the big city, busy with reviving commerce, there were few who cared how Battersleigh lived.