text:  The room is papered with some _splendacious_ pattern in blue and gold; a chandelier of imposing gingerbread depends from the richly ornamented ceiling; every variety of ottoman lounger settee is scattered about so that to get a chair involves the right-of-search question; the bell-pulls are painted in Poonah; there is a Brussels carpet of flaming colours curtains with massive fringes bad pictures in gorgeous frames; prints after Ross of her Majesty and Prince Albert of course; and mezzotints of the Duke of Wellington and Sir Robert Peel for whom the gentility-monger has a profound respect and of whom he talks with a familiarity showing that it is not _his_ fault at least if these exalted personages do not admit him to the honour of their acquaintance