Six o'clock
Sit on a chair , Jacob , one of those spider-like French things , for my wife wo n't allow _ blacks _ , as she calls them , to come to an anchor upon her sky-blue silk sofas . How stupid to have furniture that one 's not to make use of ! Give me comfort but it appears that 's not to be bought for money . '' Six o'clock was now near at hand , and Mrs Turnbull entered the drawing-room in full dress . She certainly was a very handsome woman , and had every appearance of being fashionable ; but it was her language which exposed her . She was like the peacock . As long as she was silent you could but admire the plumage , but her voice spoilt all .