The scent of cedar wood was in the air, and on the hearth in a velvet tray were some tiny puppies.

A dainty disorder reigned everywhere.

On one table a jewel-case stood open, on another lay some lace garments, two or three masks and a fan.

A gemmed riding-whip and a silver-hilted poniard hung on the same peg.

And, strangest of all, huddled away behind the door, I espied a plain, black-sheathed sword, and a man's gauntlets.
She did not wait a moment, but went at once to the jewel-case.