Chantilly lace

— After dinner they gathered round the large, bright coal fire, whose one neatly-cut log emitted a shower of sparkles at every touch of the poker,—talked of former times,— sipped some fine old port, with a cobweb dress as fragile and more precious than any blonde veil Chantilly ever produced,— and felt more and more convinced, that though the world was a very bad one, yet there were some few things in it worth living for.