There was a dressing-room, a bath-room and a sleeping-room, all en suite.

Mr.Dickson had improvised a pretty flight of stairs leading into a small conservatory, and that opened into the garden.
When the pictures, the flowers, the statues, the rich hangings and the graceful ornaments were all arranged, I was more pleased than I had been for some time.

Lady Thesiger came over to look at them, but my darling was not to see them until they were her own.
There was an unpleasant duty to perform.

What was to be done with Coralie?
Knowing Lady Thesiger's opinion of her, I felt sure she would never allow her daughter to live in the same house.

What was to be done with her?
Where was she to go?
I did not know in the least what to suggest.