Some of the rooms were still occupied; fires were burning in the wide fire-places.

All were tolerably furnished, and there was no uncomfortable sense of repair or newness.
They mounted the stairs, and Mrs.Lee fairly laughed when she was shown the room in which General Washington slept, and where he died.
Carrington smiled too.

"Our old Virginia houses were mostly like this," said he; "suites of great halls below, and these gaunt barracks above.
The Virginia house was a sort of hotel.

When there was a race or a wedding, or a dance, and the house was full, they thought nothing of packing half a dozen people in one room, and if the room was large, they stretched a sheet a cross to separate the men from the women.

As for toilet, those were not the mornings of cold baths.