"After all," she thought to herself, "he is just the same venturesome, imprudent creature that he always was, jumping to conclusions, and insisting on seeing every thing in his own way.

How could he dare write me such a letter without seeing me?
Ten years make great changes.

How could he be sure he would like me ?" And she examined herself somewhat critically in the looking-glass.
"Well," she said, "he may thank me for it that we are not engaged, and that he comes only as an old friend, and perfectly free, for all he has said, to be nothing more, unless on seeing each other we are so agreed.

I am so sorry the old place is all demolished and be-Frenchified.

It won't look natural to him; and I am not the kind of person to harmonize with these cold, polished, glistening, slippery surroundings, that have no home life or association in them." But Grace had to wake from these reflections to culinary counsels with Bridget, and to arrangements of apartments with Rosa.