They were locked; but through the glass doors I could gaze and admire, and make them all my own.

An elegant escritoire was open on the table, the only thing with which I could associate the idea of utility.

Yes, there was a harp, that seemed supported by a marble cherub,--a most magnificent instrument.

I sighed to think it was useless to me; but Ernest's hand would steal music from its silent strings.
And now behold me installed as mistress of this luxurious mansion, an utter stranger in the heart of a great metropolis! It was now that I understood the reserve of Ernest's character.

It was impossible that we should remain altogether strangers, living in a style which wealth only could sanction.