Against the walls stood tall dark presses, and mirrors with the glass in two pieces, and having their gilded frames adorned with urns and garlands.

The rooms were lit by old-fashioned chandeliers and girandoles.
The Consul met one of the servants in the passage.

"Has Mr.Garman arrived ?" "Yes, sir; and he has gone upstairs, to my mistress," answered the girl.
When the weather was warm, Mrs.Garman usually preferred one of the airy rooms upstairs.

She was a very fat lady, who lived in a continual state of strife with dyspepsia.

From whatever side you looked at her, she presented a succession of smoothly rounded curves covered with shining black silk.
It was wonderful that Mrs.Garman got so stout; it must have been, as she herself said, "a cross" she had to bear.