One of the most charming rooms I was ever in, was a long, low, darkly finished living room in which the most interesting effect was a mirrored reflection of Gainsborough's Blue Boy hung over a grand piano at the opposite end of the room. It was late afternoon on a cloudy day and my hostess had drawn the shades and lighted the candles. That soft mirrowed reflection in the candlelight stand out in my memory with some of the lovliest pictures painted there-a cloud curtain drawn from across the moon one June night-a clear deep lake on a sunny windy morning.