Fillagree

[…] his precious helpmate sat grinning at the mischief she had occasioned, like an idiot, asking Colonel Lamborn to help her to some of them there thingumbobs out of the silver what-d’ye-call’um. These thingumbobs happened to be no other than a service of West India sweetmeats in a superb fillagree epergne, […]

Donna Margaretta's cup was of exquisitely painted china, and placed on a small silver stand wrought in filagree.