But--he wondered.

She had made such advances, been so friendly, dropped such hints--he wondered.

He was fresh from the masquerades, from Mrs.Cornely's assemblies, Lord March's converse, the Chudleigh's fantasies; the girl had made an appointment--he wondered.
For all that, one thing was unmistakable.

Life, as he went up the stairs, had taken on another and a brighter colour; was fuller, brisker, more generous.

From a spare garret with one poor casement it had grown in an hour into a palace, vague indeed, but full of rich vistas and rosy distances and quivering delights.