Lace curtains and moquette carpets would be nowhere apparent.
"The Nation in a Nutshell"
George Makepeace Towle
He was sitting motionless, his elbows on his knees, his big chest and shoulders inclined forward, his gaze fixed upon a wreath of red roses in the pattern of the moquette carpet-that carpet upon which Adelaide, backed by Arthur, had waged vain war as the worst of the many, to cultured nerves, trying exhibitions of "primitive taste" in Ellen's best rooms.
"The Second Generation"
David Graham Phillips
Some sort of moquette, I should say.
"Entire PG Edition of The Works of William Dean Howells"
William Dean Howells