Each cabin had two doors; one leading out onto the deck, the other inward, to the grand saloon, the main cabin of the steamer. “Main cabin isn’t near finished,” Marsh said, “but come look at it anyway.”
They entered and stopped, while Brown raised the lantern to cast light all up and down the vast, echoing length of it. The grand saloon extended the length of the boiler deck, continuous and unobstructed except by a midship gangway. “Fore portion is the gents’ cabin, aft for the ladies,” Marsh explained. “Take a look. Ain’t done yet, but she’ll be something. That marble bar there is forty foot long, and we’re going to put a mirror behind it just as big. Got it on order now. We’ll have mirrors on every stateroom door too, with silver frames around ’em, and a twelve-foot-high mirror there, at the aft end of the ladies’ cabin.” He pointed upward with his stick. “Can’t see nothing now, with it being dark and all, but the skylights are stained glass, run the whole length of the cabin. We’re going to put down one of them Brussels carpets, and carpets in all the staterooms too. We got a silver water cooler with silver cups that’s going to stand on a fancy wooden table, and we got a grand piano, and brand new velvet chairs, and real linen tablecloths. None of it is here yet, though.”
Even empty of carpeting, mirrors, and furniture, the long cabin had a splendor to it. They walked down it slowly, in silence, and in the moving light of the lantern bits of its stately beauty suddenly took form from the darkness, only to vanish again behind them: The high arched ceiling with its curving beams, carved and painted with detail as fine as fairy lace.