Also, the decorating is … I don’t want to say “ghastly.” That oversells it. Slightly. There’s too much of everything—from paintings to bric-a-brac to furniture—and Victorians obviously never met a bright color they didn’t want for their sitting room. I’m saved from eye trauma by the gas lighting, which combines with the heavy drapes to keep the garish colors muted. I imagine the day when Victorians will get electric light, suddenly see their rooms in their full glory, and run screaming, retinas scarred.
