<strong>Tyler and the carpet of the hall</strong><br/><br/>As Tyler left the dining room he found that he was following Rowena across the hallway. His eyes followed her as she glided over the carpet, with grace and eloquence, towards the drawing room at which point he turned towards the library. He was unhappy about leaving her alone or was it that he did not want to be without her.<br/><br/><strong>Tyler and the books of the library</strong><br/><br/>Once in the library, which was superior in every way to his, he found the largest of the leather chairs and made himself comfortable. Glasses of port had already been poured, so he took one and lit one of his cigars. While he waited for the others to arrive, he took the room in. Its fine upholstered leather chairs where not too comfortable but comfortable enough to while away a few hours of reading, drinking and smoking. After all it was not wise to fall asleep in such a place when the beds here were probably more than comfortable for such a task. It also appeared that the room oozed intellectual stimulation. The books here were of the finest quality. Most were leather bound and ordered in such a way as to ensure that which ever book you wanted it was more than easy to find. So there he sat looking out of the window at the ever approaching night breathing the atmosphere of the room,<em>quite lovely</em>, he taught as he took a long drag of his cigar.<br/>