"Brackets."
"O, well!—shelves they are, call them what you like; and stands of plants and pots of plants—the whole place was sweet with the smell, and green with the leaves, and brilliant with the flowers—"
"Seems to have been brilliant generally."
"So it was, just brilliant, with all that, and with the lights, and with the people."
"Were the people brilliant too?"
"And the playing."
"O,—the playing!"
"Everybody said so. It wasn't like Mrs. Barclay's playing."
"What was it like?"
"It looked like very hard work, to me. My dear, I saw the drops of sweat standing on one man's forehead;—he had been playing a pretty long piece," Madge added, by way of accounting for things. "I never saw anything like it, in all my life!"