It was all flowers and freshness.

Oh, how unlike those black chimney-pots in St.Alban's Place, London, on which these weary eyes are accustomed to look.
'It must be all happiness here, Ponto,' said I, flinging myself down into the snug BERGERE, and inhaling such a delicious draught of country air as all the MILLEFLEURS of Mr.Atkinson's shop cannot impart to any the most expensive pocket-handkerchief.
'Nice place, isn't it ?' said Ponto.

'Quiet and unpretending.

I like everything quiet.

You've not brought your valet with you?
Stripes will arrange your dressing things;' and that functionary, entering at the same time, proceeded to gut my portmanteau, and to lay out the black kerseymeres, 'the rich cut velvet Genoa waistcoat,' the white choker, and other polite articles of evening costume, with great gravity and despatch.