{"product_id":"2940014053921","title":"The Unlit Lamp","description":"The dining-room at Leaside was also Colonel Ogden's study. It contained,\u003cbr\u003ein addition to the mahogany sideboard with ornamental brackets at the\u003cbr\u003eback, the three-tier dumb waiter and the dining-table with chairs _en\u003cbr\u003esuite_, a large roll-top desk much battered and ink-stained, and bleached\u003cbr\u003eby the suns of many Indian summers. There was also a leather arm-chair\u003cbr\u003ewith a depression in the seat, a pipe-rack and some tins of tobacco. All\u003cbr\u003eof which gave one to understand that the presence of the master of the\u003cbr\u003ehouse brooded continually over the family meals and over the room itself\u003cbr\u003ein the intervals between. And lest this should be doubted, there was\u003cbr\u003eColonel Ogden's photograph in uniform that hung over the fireplace; an\u003cbr\u003eenlargement showing the colonel seated in a tent at his writing-table,\u003cbr\u003ehis native servant at his elbow. The colonel's face looked sternly into\u003cbr\u003ethe camera, his pen was poised for the final word, authority personified.\u003cbr\u003eThe smell of the colonel's pipes, past and present, hung in the air, and\u003cbr\u003etogether with the general suggestion of food and newspapers, produced an\u003cbr\u003eodour that became the very spirit of the room. In after years the\u003cbr\u003echildren had only to close their eyes and think of their father to\u003cbr\u003erecapture the smell of the dining-room at Leaside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eColonel Ogden looked at his watch; it was nine o'clock, He pushed back\u003cbr\u003ehis chair from the breakfast table, a signal for the family to have done\u003cbr\u003ewith eating.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sank into his arm-chair with a sigh; he was fifty-five and somewhat\u003cbr\u003estout. His small, twinkling eyes scanned the columns of _The Times_ as if\u003cbr\u003ein search of something to pounce on. Presently he had it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Mary.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Yes, dear.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Have you seen this advertisement of the Army and Navy?'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Which one, dear?'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'The provision department. Surely we are paying more than this for\u003cbr\u003ebacon?'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe extended the paper towards his wife; his hand shook a little, his face\u003cbr\u003ebecame very slightly suffused. Mrs. Ogden glanced at the paper; then she\u003cbr\u003elied quickly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Oh, no, my love, ours is twopence cheaper.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Oh!' said Colonel Ogden. 'Kindly ring the bell.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Ogden obeyed. She was a small woman, pale and pensive looking; her\u003cbr\u003eneat hair, well netted, was touched with grey, her soft brown eyes were\u003cbr\u003elarge and appealing, but there were lines about her mouth that suggested\u003cbr\u003esomething different, irritable lines that drew the corners of the lips\u003cbr\u003edown a little. The maid came in; Colonel Ogden smiled coldly. 'The\u003cbr\u003egrocer's book, please', he said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Ogden quailed; it was unfortunately the one day of all the seven\u003cbr\u003ewhen the grocer's book would be in the house.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47173827723504,"sku":"2940014053921","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014053921_p0.jpg?v=1763608829","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014053921","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}