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There aren't twenty houses in London with a finer collection of genuine bibelots than you have here." "Yes, but they aren't mine, and I didn't choose them or arrange them." "What does that matter? You can look at them and enjoy the sight of them. Nobody can do more." "Paul, you're talking neo-conventional nonsense again.
The French windows, divided by columns of different coloured marble, terminated in perfect arches, studded with great lumps of uncut amethyst, turquoise matrix, and blocks of quartz in which dully gleamed the yellow of gold, reminding Jill somewhat of the outer decorations of a shop she had once seen in the Nevski Prospekt, the owner of which, dealing in objets d'arts, and precious bibelots of jade and sich, had quite successfully thought out the novel and expensive advertising method of plastering the front of his shop with chunks of the precious metal with which the bibelots were made.
Also, Merle could be trusted to behave himself in the Penniman parlour, not touching the many bibelots there displayed, or disarranging the furniture, while the Wilbur twin would not only touch and disarrange, but pry into and handle and climb and altogether demoralize. In all the parlour there was but one object for which he had a seemly respect the vast painting of a recumbent lion behind bars.
"I suppose," I said, "that you have some books of your own?" "Here they are," she said, depositing an armful on the table. Her poor little library consisted of bibelots indeed, a history of Jeanne d'Arc for children, and half a dozen other works, mostly school prizes of the kind awarded before school prizes in France were worth the paper on which they were printed.
This Bond Street was a tiresome place; with its shops all shut and muffled, its shops where in the crowded daytime one bought costly furniture, costly clothes, costly scent, sweets, bibelots, pictures, jewellery, presents of all sorts, clothes for Mrs. Skelmersdale, sweets for Mrs. Skelmersdale, presents for Mrs. Skelmersdale, all the elaborate fittings and equipage of THAT!
Pale-faced, aristocratic Pere Francois is a foil to the "occidental king." Mind and matter. Waiting for the Donna, the gentlemen admire her salon. Pictures, objets d'art, dainty bibelots, show the elegance of a queen of the "monde." "Beats a steamboat," murmurs Colonel Joe, as the goddess enters the domain. There is every grace in her manner.
All that evening, something which he had not been conscious of noticing especially when it was present to him certainly he had paid no conscious attention to its details kept recurring and recurring to Peter's memory: the appearance of the prettily-arranged terrace-end at Ventirose: the white awning, with the blue sky at its edges, the sunny park beyond; the warm-hued carpets on the marble pavement; the wicker chairs, with their bright cushions; the table, with its books and bibelots the yellow French books, a tortoise-shell paperknife, a silver paperweight, a crystal smelling-bottle, a bowlful of drooping poppies; and the marble balustrade, with its delicate tracery of leaves and tendrils, where the jessamine twined round its pillars.
The luggage which she brought from Ashtead enabled her to add a personal touch to the characterless rooms: in the place of the landlady's ornaments, which were not things of beauty, she scattered her own bibelots, and about the walls she hung a number of her own drawings, framed for the purpose, as well as several which bore the signature, "Norbert Franks."
Many bibelots of silver and porcelain made a contrast to the other rooms, that were more like museum galleries; and everywhere here as in the country were flowers and the army of autographed photographs marching across tables and banked high against the walls. As soon as the family had entered, the tea-tray was brought in and placed near the fire.
Your books, your bibelots, did you find them all? Did they respect your name, your workshop? If you can work again there, peace will come to your spirit. As for me, I am waiting till mine gets well, and I know that I shall have to help myself to my own cure by a certain faith often shaken, but of which I make a duty. Tell me whether the tulip tree froze this winter, and if the poppies are pretty.
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