The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
Answer
T
They are people of exquisite taste and refinement, who have spent a fortune on the decorations of their home.
T
The image of luxury and elegance that they project is unstable like the wind blowing through the room.
T
The Buchanans have fallen on desperate times and are trying to mask their financial collapse from friends.
L
Like the open windows of their house, the Buchanans openly embrace new people and new ideas.