The next morning wardrobes were ransacked.

The silk, muslin, and lace of their prosperous days were looked out: grave discussions were held over each work of art.

Rose was active, busy, fussy.

The baroness threw in the weight of her judgment and experience.
Josephine managed to smile whenever either Rose or the baroness looked at all fixedly at her.
So glided the peaceful days.

So Josephine drifted towards the haven of wedlock..