David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 19 Page 52

at all musty, and having an immense four-post bedstead in it, which was quite a little landed estate.

Here, among pillows enough for six, I soon fell asleep in a blissful condition, and dreamed of ancient Rome, Steerforth, and friendship, until the early morning coaches, rumbling out of the archway underneath, made me dream of thunder and the gods.