Uncle Silas: A Tale of Bartram-Haugh - Paperback

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (Author)

It was winter-that is, about the second week in November-and great gusts were rattling at the windows, and wailing and thundering among our tall trees and ivied chimneys-a very dark night, and a very cheerful fire blazing, a pleasant mixture of good round coal and spluttering dry wood, in a genuine old fireplace, in a sombre old room. Black wainscoting glimmered up to the ceiling, in small ebony panels; a cheerful clump of wax candles on the tea-table; many old portraits, some grim and pale, others pretty, and some very graceful and charming, hanging from the walls. Few pictures, except portraits long and short, were there. On the whole, I think you would have taken the room for our parlour. It was not like our modern notion of a drawing-room. It was a long room too, and every way capacious, but irregularly shaped.