He says himself, that it would be impossible ever to doubt a love so pure and so entire as mine." Our home was as retired as it was possible to be in the heart of a great metropolis.

It was near one of those beautiful parks which in summer give such an aspect of life and purity to surrounding objects, with their grassy lawns, graceful shade trees, and fountains of silvery brightness playing in the sunshine, and diffusing such a cool, delicious atmosphere, in the midst of heat, dust, and confusion.

In winter, even, these parks give inexpressible relief to the eye, and freedom to the mind, that shrinks from the compression of high brick walls, and longs for a more expanded view of the heavens than can be obtained through turreted roofs, that seem to meet as they tower.
It made but little difference to me now, for my heaven was within.

The external world, of which I believed myself wholly independent, seemed but a shell enclosing the richness and fragrance of our love.

The luxuries and elegancies of my own home were prized chiefly as proofs of Ernest's watchful and generous love.
The friend to whom he had written to prepare a residence, was fortunate in securing one which he believed exactly suited to his fastidious and classic taste.