The hall-door was flung open--a big fire was burning in the great old fire-place--a carpet was down over the chequered black flags--"It's the old Turkey one that used to be in the Ladies' Gallery," thought Rebecca, and the next instant was kissing Lady Jane.

The hall-door was flung open - a big fire was burning in the great fire-place - a carpet was down over the black flagstones.
Rebecca kissed Lady Jane