The canaries, occasionally let loose, left their commas on the furniture.

The poor dear woman scattered little heaps of millet and bits of chickweed about the room, and put tidbits for the cats in broken saucers.

Garments lay everywhere.

The room breathed of the provinces and of constancy.
Everything that once belonged to Bridau was scrupulously preserved.
Even the implements in his desk received the care which the widow of a paladin might have bestowed upon her husband's armor.

One slight detail here will serve to bring the tender devotion of this woman before the reader's mind.