The Rays Of The September Sun Flooded the Great Halls Of The Old
Chateau Of The Dukes Of Charmerace, Lighting up With Their Mellow
Glow The Spoils Of So Many Ages And Many Lands, Jumbled together With
The Execrable Taste Which So Often Afflicts Those Whose Only Standard
Of Value Is Money. The Golden Light Warmed the Panelled walls And Old
Furniture To A Dull Lustre, And Gave Back To He Fading gilt Of The
First Empire Chairs And Couches Something of Its Old Brightness.