She had removed one of her gloves.

With the slim, bared fingers she fondled the pearls about her neck, but her thoughts were not of baubles.

She was thinking of this huge room full of shadows, shadows through which she would have to walk for many a day, where night would always be welcome because of the light it demanded.
It was a man's room.

Everything in it was massive, substantial.

Big chairs, wide lounges, and a thick soft carpet of dull red that deprived the footfall of its sound.