Foot-stool

A number of such Nabals there are now-adays, that tyrannize over, and trample upon their wives, as if they were not their fellows, but their foot-stools, […]

[…] its greatest elegancies and ornaments were a faded foot-stool of Julia’s work, too ill done for the drawing-room, three transparencies, made in a rage for transparencies, for the three lower panes of one window, where Tintern Abbey held its station between a cave in Italy, and a moonlight lake in Cumberland; […]

But, anyhow, the memory of him sitting there in the arm-chair with his feet on the foot-stool, holding my hand, smoking the cigarette I had lighted for him and talking brilliantly, would remain with me through life as an exquisite sorrow by means of which, in the end, I’d mount to perfect happiness before the throne of God.