Are you fond of tapestry ?" "I've never seen any," said Austin, "but of course I've read about it--Gobelin, Bayeux, and so on.

I should love to see what it looks like in reality." "Come, then," said St Aubyn, crossing the lawn.

"I have the key in my pocket." He flung open the door.

Austin found himself in the vast apartment, groined and vaulted, measuring about a hundred and twenty feet by fifty, and lighted by exquisite pointed windows enriched with coats-of-arms and other heraldic devices in jewel-like stained glass.
The walls were completely hidden by tapestries of rare beauty, woven into the semblance of gardens, palaces, arcades and bowers of clipped hedges and pleached trees with slender fountains set meetly in green shade; while some again were crowded with swaying Gothic figures of saints and kings and warriors and angels, all far too beautiful, thought Austin, to have ever lived.

Yet surely there must be some prototypes of all these wonderful conceptions somewhere.