Hugh Walpole,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 39…
(1922)
“ I drew the armchair in front of the fire nestled down into it, and before I knew, I was fast asleep. And when I awoke, it was with a sense of comfort and well-being which was nothing less than exquisite. I belonged to it, that room, as though I had been in it all my days. I had a curious sense of companionship that was exactly what I had been needing during these last weeks. The house seemed utterly still; no voices of children came to me—no sound anywhere, save the sharp crackle of the fire and the friendly ticking of the old clock. ”
