She stayed there for three years with an aunt who had married an English banker.

The visit proved delightful, and she grew to love England enthusiastically.

She drove and rode, and even followed the hounds.

In winter there was the pantomime at Drury Lane, the flights to St.
Leonards, Hastings, Leamington, the mad rides across country through frosted trees behind the hounds in full cry; in summer during the season there were parties, balls, the opera, the park; then in the holidays splendid travels with papa and mamma, once to Belgium, France, and the Rhine, another time to Switzerland and Italy, then to Heligoland and Norway.

No, she could never have such good times again.
In the following year she went back to Berlin, and had spent a very agreeable winter, a subscription ball, several other balls, innumerable soirees, a box at the opera, lovely acquaintances, with naturally many successes--the envy of false friends, but she did not allow herself to be much disturbed by them.
Wilhelm listened to this chatter with mixed feelings.