Georgie had come home now for a few days only, to ask for money, and already before she had scarcely spoken had rushed upstairs to hide her feeling of repulsion in the privacy of her room.
Her welcome had been warm, and she knew that under the rude exterior it was more than warm; but the absence of refinement jarred upon her.

It all seemed so uncouth.

She shrank from the homely rooms; the very voice of her mother, trembling with emotion, shocked her ear, unaccustomed to country pronunciation.

She missed the soft accents of the drawing-room.

From her window she could see nothing but the peaceful fields--the hateful green trees and hedges, the wheat, and the hateful old hills.