There's beautiful furniture in the room now.

I suppose he'll think it's beautiful.

It's terrible old-fashioned.

I'd rather have a nice new set of bird's-eye maple to my taste, and a brass bedstead, but I know he'll like this better.

It's solid old mahogany." "Yes, he'll be sure to like it," assented Henry.
After supper, although Sylvia did not relapse into her taciturn mood, Henry went and sat by himself on the square colonial porch on the west side of the house.