Mr. Skimpole himself reclined upon the sofa in a dressing-gown, drinking some fragrant coffee from an old china cup--it was then about mid-day--and looking at a collection of wallflowers in the balcony.

Mr. Skimpole himself reclined upon the sofa in a dressing-gown, drinking coffee from an old china cup - it was then about mid-day - and looking at a collection of wallflowers in the balcony. 