And then he walked, with his gleaming gloves either side of his greenish-black frock coat, carefully placing one foot in front of the other to protect his brilliant top boots from the dust on the road, along the straight avenue that led up to the palace of Schönbrunn.

Wow, you're quick on the updraw!

It was a small, stuffy, defunct room, of mahogany, and deathly enlargements of photographs of departed people done in carbon.

It is, of course, any editor's obligation to socratize these matters, to make interpretations as provisional hypotheses for readers to test through their own questioning and analysis.