You must not tell her anything of it." Then Lady Tancred spoke of gardens.

She hoped Zara liked gardens; she herself was a great gardener, and had taken much pride in her herbaceous borders and her roses at Wrayth.
And when they had got to this stage of the conversation Tristram felt he could safely leave them to one another, so, saying he wanted to talk to his sisters, he went out of the room.
"It will be such happiness to think of your living in the old home," the proud lady said.

"It was a great grief to us all when we had to shut it up, two years ago; but you will, indeed, adorn it for its reopening." Zara did not know what to reply.

She vaguely understood that one might love a home, though she had never had one but the gloomy castle near Prague; and that made her sigh when she thought of it.
But a garden she knew she should love.

And Mirko was so fond of flowers.
Oh! if they would let her have a beautiful country home in peace, and Mirko to come sometimes, and play there, and chase butterflies, with his excited, poor little face, she would indeed be grateful to them.