Idleness, pleasure, happiness awaited them.
No one could say they were not sufficiently well educated to take that graceful place in life which Providence had assigned to them; Hetty was rebuked for being less learned than she ought to be, because for her there was no graceful place prepared; only a difficult and narrow path leading away she knew not where.
Of the difference between their position and hers she could not help thinking, but she had been so long accustomed to realize it that she did not dwell upon it much.

Miss Davis was the person on whom her eyes were fixed as an image of what she ought to hope to become.
To be exactly like Miss Davis.

To look like her, think like her, be as well informed, as independent, as much respected; to teach as well, speak as wisely, be called an admirable woman who had fought her own way against poverty in the world, this was what Hetty had been assured by Mr.and Mrs.Enderby ought to be the object of her ambition and the end of all her hopes.

And Hetty tried honestly to will as they willed for her good.

But her face was not less sad on that account.
Things were in this state when one day, a day never to be forgotten by her, Hetty was feeling more than usually unhappy.