The Metropolis

They had the room; and likewise they had all the trappings of snobbery–Montague took that fact in at a glance. There were knee-breeches and scarlet facings and gold braid–marble balconies and fireplaces and fountains–French masters and real Flemish tapestry. The staircase of their palace was a winding one, and there was a white velvet carpet which had been specially woven for it, and had to be changed frequently; at the top of it was a white cashmere rug which had a pedigree of six centuries–and so on.