I'm saying nothing against Ferries," said Peter, impatiently.

"But you only lived there as a child.

A child doesn't notice." "Some children don't," said Lady Mary, with that faint, wondering smile which hid her pain from Peter, and would have revealed it so clearly to John.
"It isn't that Sarah _minds_ this old house," said Peter; "she was saying what a pretty room she could make of the drawing-room only the other day." Lady Mary felt an odd pang at her heart.

She thought of the trouble John had taken to choose the best of the water-colours for the rose-tinted room--the room he had declared so bright and so charming--of the pretty curtains and chintzes; and the valuable old china she had collected from every part of the house for the cabinets.
"You see, she's got that sort of thing at her fingers' ends, Lady Tintern being such a connoisseur," said the unconscious Peter.

"But she's so afraid of hurting your feelings--" "Why should she be ?" said Lady Mary, coldly, in spite of herself.