The Osborns were given some of the most beautiful and convenient rooms in the house.

No other visitors were impending and the whole big place was at their disposal.

Hester's boudoir overlooked the most perfect nooks of garden, and its sweet chintz draperies and cushions and books and flowers made it a luxurious abode of peace.
"What shall I do," she said on the first evening in it as she sat in a soft chair by the window, looking out at the twilight and talking to Emily.

"What shall I do when I must go away ?" "I don't mean only from here,--I mean away from England, to loathly India." "Do you dislike it so ?" Emily asked, roused to a new conception of her feeling by her tone.
"I could never describe to you how much," fiercely.

"It is like going to the place which is the opposite of Heaven." "I did not know that," pityingly.