Elizabeth was a new toy, and she anticipated playing with her.

It put new zest into a life that had grown monotonous.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, was surveying her quarters, and wondering what Lizzie would think if she could see her.

According to orders, the coachman had taken Robin to the stable, and he was already rolling in all the luxuries of a horse of the aristocracy, and congratulating himself on the good taste of his mistress to select such a stopping-place.

For his part he was now satisfied not to move further.

This was better than the wilderness any day.