So vast, so undreamt, so mysteriously given to her, that it seemed preternatural.

Her weakness was become strength; with a single word she could work changes such as it had seemed no human agency could bring about.
To her, to her it had been given! What was all her suffering, crowned with power like this?
She durst not take the will from beneath her mantle, though burning to reassure herself of its contents.

Not till she was locked in her room.
If any one met her as she entered the house, her excuse would be that she did not feel well.
But as she hurried toward the Manor, she all at once found herself face to face with her brother.

Alfred was having a ramble, rather glad to get out of hearing of the baby this Sunday morning.
'Hollo, what's up ?' was his exclamation.
Adela feared lest her face had betrayed her.

She was conscious that her look could not be that of illness.
'I am obliged to go home,' she said, 'I have forgotten something.' 'I should have thought you'd rather have let the house burn down than scutter away in this profane fashion.