The new villa looked very gay that evening, for gas and fires were burning in every room.
The dining-room and drawing room were both on the ground-floor; had each one enormous window with plate glass, and were rooms of very fair size, divided by large folding-doors.

These were now open, and Henry found his mother seated in the dining-room, with two workwomen, making curtains, and in the drawing-room were two more, sewing a carpet.
The carpet was down in the dining-room.

The tea-table was set, and gave an air of comfort and housewifely foresight, in the midst of all the surrounding confusion.
Young Little stared.

Mrs.Little smiled.
"Sit down, and never mind us: give him his tea, my good Jael." Henry sat down, and, while Jael was making the tea, ventured on a feeble expostulation.

"It's all very fine, mother, but I don't like to see you make a slave of yourself." "Slaving!" said Jael, with a lofty air of pity.