At Palstrey she was ceasing to feel new, and had begun to realise that she belonged to the world she lived in.

She was becoming accustomed to her surroundings, and enjoyed them to the utmost.

Her easily roused affections were warmed by the patriarchal atmosphere of village life.
Most of the Palstrey villagers had touched their forelocks or curtsied to Walderhursts for generations.

Emily liked to remember this, and had at once conceived a fondness for the simple folk, who seemed somehow related so closely to the man she worshipped.
Walderhurst had not the faintest conception of what this worship represented.

He did not even reach the length of realising its existence.