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Chapter 6
Thelargeandspacioushouses,withtheiroriel,latticedwindows,theirhugefireplaces,andtheirgabledroofs,breatheofthedaysofhoseanddoublet,ofpearl-embroideredstomachers,andcomplicatedoaths. Theywereupraisedinthedays"whenmenknewhowtobuild. "Thehardredbrickshaveonlygrownmorefirmlysetwithtime,andtheiroakstairsdonotcreakandgruntwhenyoutrytogodownthemquietly.
SpeakingofoakstaircasesremindsmethatthereisamagnificentcarvedoakstaircaseinoneofthehousesinKingston. Itisashopnow,inthemarket-place,butitwasevidentlyoncethemansionofsomegreatpersonage. Afriendofmine,wholivesatKingston,wentintheretobuyahatoneday,and,inathoughtlessmoment,puthishandinhispocketandpaidforitthenandthere.
Theshopman(heknowsmyfriend)wasnaturallyalittlestaggeredatfirst;but,quicklyrecoveringhimself,andfeelingthatsomethingoughttobedonetoencouragethissortofthing,askedourheroifhewouldliketoseesomefineoldcarvedoak. Myfriendsaidhewould,andtheshopman,thereupon,tookhimthroughtheshop,andupthestaircaseofthehouse. Thebalusterswereasuperbpieceofworkmanship,andthewallallthewayupwasoak-panelled,withcarvingthatwouldhavedonecredittoapalace.
Fromthestairs,theywentintothedrawing-room,whichwasalarge,brightroom,decoratedwithasomewhatstartlingthoughcheerfulpaperofablueground. Therewasnothing,however,remarkableabouttheapartment,andmyfriendwonderedwhyhehadbeenbroughtthere. Theproprietorwentuptothepaper,andtappedit. Itgaveforthawoodensound.
"Oak,"heexplained."Allcarvedoak,rightuptotheceiling,justthesameasyousawonthestaircase."