As she looked around her while she walked, almost furtively, lest some gardener as he spied her might guess her thoughts and tell how my lady was revelling in her pride of possession--it appeared to her that those novelties in which she was to find her new interest were without end.

There was not a tree there, not a shrub, not a turn in the walks, which should not become her friend.
She did not go far from the house, not even down to the water.

She was husbanding her resources.

But yet she lost herself amidst the paths, and tried to find a joy in feeling that she had done so.

It was all her own.
It was the price of what she had done: and the price was even now being paid into her hand--paid with current coin and of full weight.
As she sat down alone to her breakfast, she declared to herself that this should be enough for her--that it should satisfy her.