Full of what he had heard, and impatient to obtain farther information respecting the state of his father’s affairs, Lord Colambre hastened home; but his father was out, and his mother was engaged with Mr. Soho, directing, or rather being directed, how her apartments should be fitted up for her gala. As Lord Colambre entered the room, he saw his mother, Miss Nugent, and Mr. Soho, standing at a large table, which was covered with rolls of paper, patterns, and drawings of furniture: Mr. Soho was speaking in a conceited, dictatorial tone, asserting that there was no “colour in nature for that room equal to _the belly-o’-the fawn_;” which _belly-o’-the fawn_ he so pronounced, that Lady Clonbrony understood it to be _la belle uniforme_, and, under this mistake, repeated and assented to the assertion, till it was set to rights, with condescending superiority, by the upholsterer. This first architectural upholsterer of the age, as he styled himself, and was universally admitted to be by all the world of fashion, then, with full powers given to him, spoke _en maître_. The whole face of things must be changed. There must be new hangings, new draperies, new cornices, new candelabras, new every thing!-- “The upholsterer’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Glances from ceiling to floor, from floor to ceiling; And, as imagination bodies forth The form of things unknown, the upholsterer’s pencil Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a NAME.” Of the value of a NAME no one could be more sensible than Mr. Soho. “Your la’ship sees--this is merely a scratch of my pencil. Your la’ship’s sensible--just to give you an idea of the shape, the form of the thing. You fill up your angles here with _encoinières_--round your walls with the _Turkish tent drapery_--a fancy of my own--in apricot cloth, or crimson velvet, suppose, or, _en flute_, in crimson satin draperies, fanned and riched with gold fringes, _en suite_--intermediate spaces, Apollo’s head with gold rays--and here, ma’am, you place four _chancelières_, with chimeras at the corners, covered with blue silk and silver fringe, elegantly fanciful--with my STATIRA CANOPY here--light blue silk draperies--aërial tint, with silver balls--and for seats here, the SERAGLIO OTTOMANS, superfine scarlet--your paws--griffin--golden--and golden tripods, here, with antique cranes--and oriental alabaster tables here and there--quite appropriate, your la’ship feels.