The cab drew up before the door of The Hostel, a low, half-timbered building upon jacobean lines which closely resembled an old coaching inn.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
"See if you can get a taxi, Martin," said Flamby, dropping into a huge jacobean arm-chair over which a purple cloak was draped.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
Between the door and the foot of the staircase, in the warm glow of an unseen fire, stood a small heavily-carved oak table, with jacobean legs, like stuffed trunk-hose.
"The Castle Inn"
Stanley John Weyman