It was a room comfortable, elegant, pleasant, bright, thoroughly "my lady's chamber," and which seemed from every nook to welcome its new owner with a smile.
"Oh, how pretty!" exclaimed Christian, involuntarily.

She was not luxurious, yet she dearly loved pretty things; the more so, because she had never possessed them.

Even now, though her heart was so moved and full, she was not insensible to the warmth imparted to it by mere external pleasantnesses like these.
"I had the room newly furnished.

I thought you would like it," said Dr.
Grey.
"I do like it.

How very kind you are to me!" Kind--only kind! She looked around the room, and there, in one corner, just as if she had never parted from them, were all the old treasures of her maidenhood-- desk, work-table, chair.