ISBN: 2940014053921

The dining-room at Leaside was also Colonel Ogden's study. It contained,in addition to the mahogany sideboard with ornamental brackets at theback, the three-tier dumb waiter and the dinin… Mehr…

The dining-room at Leaside was also Colonel Ogden's study. It contained,in addition to the mahogany sideboard with ornamental brackets at theback, the three-tier dumb waiter and the dining-table with chairs _ensuite_, a large roll-top desk much battered and ink-stained, and bleachedby the suns of many Indian summers. There was also a leather arm-chairwith a depression in the seat, a pipe-rack and some tins of tobacco. Allof which gave one to understand that the presence of the master of thehouse brooded continually over the family meals and over the room itselfin the intervals between. And lest this should be doubted, there wasColonel Ogden's photograph in uniform that hung over the fireplace; anenlargement showing the colonel seated in a tent at his writing-table,his native servant at his elbow. The colonel's face looked sternly intothe camera, his pen was poised for the final word, authority personified.The smell of the colonel's pipes, past and present, hung in the air, andtogether with the general suggestion of food and newspapers, produced anodour that became the very spirit of the room. In after years thechildren had only to close their eyes and think of their father torecapture the smell of the dining-room at Leaside.Colonel Ogden looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock, He pushed backhis chair from the breakfast table, a signal for the family to have donewith eating.He sank into his arm-chair with a sigh; he was fifty-five and somewhatstout. His small, twinkling eyes scanned the columns of _The Times_ as ifin search of something to pounce on. Presently he had it.'Mary.''Yes, dear.''Have you seen this advertisement of the Army and Navy?''Which one, dear?''The provision department. Surely we are paying more than this forbacon?'He extended the paper towards his wife; his hand shook a little, his facebecame very slightly suffused. Mrs. Ogden glanced at the paper; then shelied quickly.'Oh, no, my love, ours is twopence cheaper.''Oh!' said Colonel Ogden. 'Kindly ring the bell.'Mrs. Ogden obeyed. She was a small woman, pale and pensive looking; herneat hair, well netted, was touched with grey, her soft brown eyes werelarge and appealing, but there were lines about her mouth that suggestedsomething different, irritable lines that drew the corners of the lipsdown a little. The maid came in; Colonel Ogden smiled coldly. 'Thegrocer's book, please', he said.Mrs. Ogden quailed; it was unfortunately the one day of all the sevenwhen the grocer's book would be in the house. Digital Content>E-books>Fiction>Fiction Literary>Fict Literary, WDS Publishing Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940014053921

The dining-room at Leaside was also Colonel Ogden's study. It contained,in addition to the mahogany sideboard with ornamental brackets at theback, the three-tier dumb waiter and the dinin… Mehr…

The dining-room at Leaside was also Colonel Ogden's study. It contained,in addition to the mahogany sideboard with ornamental brackets at theback, the three-tier dumb waiter and the dining-table with chairs _ensuite_, a large roll-top desk much battered and ink-stained, and bleachedby the suns of many Indian summers. There was also a leather arm-chairwith a depression in the seat, a pipe-rack and some tins of tobacco. Allof which gave one to understand that the presence of the master of thehouse brooded continually over the family meals and over the room itselfin the intervals between. And lest this should be doubted, there wasColonel Ogden's photograph in uniform that hung over the fireplace; anenlargement showing the colonel seated in a tent at his writing-table,his native servant at his elbow. The colonel's face looked sternly intothe camera, his pen was poised for the final word, authority personified.The smell of the colonel's pipes, past and present, hung in the air, andtogether with the general suggestion of food and newspapers, produced anodour that became the very spirit of the room. In after years thechildren had only to close their eyes and think of their father torecapture the smell of the dining-room at Leaside.Colonel Ogden looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock, He pushed backhis chair from the breakfast table, a signal for the family to have donewith eating.He sank into his arm-chair with a sigh; he was fifty-five and somewhatstout. His small, twinkling eyes scanned the columns of _The Times_ as ifin search of something to pounce on. Presently he had it.'Mary.''Yes, dear.''Have you seen this advertisement of the Army and Navy?''Which one, dear?''The provision department. Surely we are paying more than this forbacon?'He extended the paper towards his wife; his hand shook a little, his facebecame very slightly suffused. Mrs. Ogden glanced at the paper; then shelied quickly.'Oh, no, my love, ours is twopence cheaper.''Oh!' said Colonel Ogden. 'Kindly ring the bell.'Mrs. Ogden obeyed. She was a small woman, pale and pensive looking; herneat hair, well netted, was touched with grey, her soft brown eyes werelarge and appealing, but there were lines about her mouth that suggestedsomething different, irritable lines that drew the corners of the lipsdown a little. The maid came in; Colonel Ogden smiled coldly. 'Thegrocer's book, please', he said.Mrs. Ogden quailed; it was unfortunately the one day of all the sevenwhen the grocer's book would be in the house. Digital Content>E-books>Fiction>Fiction>Literary Fict, WDS Publishing Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940014053921

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