The aromas wafted mystically into the parlor, like in one of the new nickelodeons. Steamed carrots and fresh vegetables imported from southern states announced their presence with heavenly scents, and the taste of all savory flavors of meat lingered on the tongues of all.
Returning from his room, Mr. Reynolds returned from his room to the parlor, where the conversation had died suddenly. A fireplace in the far side of the room flickered, crackling peacefully. Quite the irony, peaceful fire.
Taking his seat, Jacob was about to start conversation when Henrietta returned.
"Dinner," she announced solemnly, "is served."