There were Chippendale chairs, a Louis Quinze table, a Sheridan cabinet, and a satin-wood desk, hand-painted, which was said to have been the property of the unhappy Marie Antoinette.

Oil-paintings adorned the rose-tinted walls, chiefly landscapes, although one or two were portraits.

Also, there were water-colored pictures, framed and signed caricatures, many plates of old china, and rice-paper adornments from Canton.

The room was essentially feminine, being filled with Indian stuffs, with silver oddments, with flowers, and with other trifles.

The walls, the carpet, the hangings, and the upholstery of the arm-chairs were all of a rosy hue, so that Mrs.Jasher looked as young as Dame Holda in the Venusberg.
A very pretty room and a very charming hostess, was the verdict of the young gentlemen from the Fort, who came here to flirt when they were not serving their country.
Mrs.Jasher in a tea-rose tea-gown for afternoon tea--she always liked to be in keeping--rang for that beverage dear to the feminine heart, and lighted a rose-shaded lamp.