we entered the living room where roger found jinny sitting on the piano stool , grinning at him , richard on one of the french chairs , looking cowardly but studious , as usual , gale and a guy on the sofa , her draped around him languorously and protectively , an upright piano against the wall near the steinway grand , and a new coffee service on the sideboard , shining like a cluster of comets that had grouped together for warmth and become enmeshed in the gravitational field of the sideboard .