At the end of this avenue was seen an old mansion, built of that
beautiful clean red brick--which seems to have died out--and white-stone
facings and mullions, with gables and oriel windows by the dozen; but
between the avenue and the house was a large oval plot of turf, with a
broad gravel road running round it; and attached to the house, but thrown
a little back, were the stables, which formed three sides of a good-sized
quadrangle, with an enormous clock in the center. The lawn,
kitchen-garden, ice-houses, pineries, green houses, revealed themselves
only in peeps as the carriage swept round the spacious plot and drew up
at the hall door.
No ringing of bells nor knocking. Even as the coachman tightened his
reins, the great hall door was swung open, and two footmen appeared.
Harris brought up a rear-guard, and received the party in due state.
A double staircase, about ten feet broad, rose out of the hall, and up
this Mr. Harris conducted Severne, the only stranger, into a bedroom with
a great oriel window looking west.
“This is your room, sir,” said he. “Shall I unpack your things when they
come?”
Severne assented, and that perfect major-domo informed him that luncheon
was ready, and retired cat-like, and closed the door so softly no sound
was heard.
Mr. Severne looked about him, and admitted to himself that, with all his
experiences of life, this was his first bedroom. It was of great size, to
begin. The oriel window was twenty feet wide, and had half a dozen
casements, each with rose-colored blinds, though some of them needed no
blinds, for green creepers, with flowers like clusters of grapes, curled
round the mullions, and the sun shone mellowed through their leaves.
Enormous curtains of purple cloth, with cold borders, hung at each side
in mighty folds, to be drawn at night-time when the eye should need
repose from feasting upon color.
There were three brass bedsteads in a row, only four feet broad, with
spring-beds, hair mattresses a foot thick, and snowy sheets for
coverlets, instead of counter-panes; so that, if you were hot, feverish,
or sleepless in one bed, you might try another, or two.
Thick carpets and rugs, satin-wood wardrobes, prodigious wash-hand
stands, with china backs four feet high. Towel-horses, nearly as big as a
donkey, with short towels, long towels, thick towels, thin towels,
bathing sheets, etc.; baths of every shape; and cans of every size; a
large knee-hole table; paper and envelopes of every size. In short, a
room to sleep in, study in, live in, and stick fast in, night and day.
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