All existing arrangements in the Madden household seemed to shrink automatically and make room for her, whichever way she walked.

A whole quarter of the unfinished house set itself apart for her.

Partitions altered themselves; door-ways moved across to opposite sides; a recess opened itself, tall and deep, for it knew not what statue--simply because, it seemed, the Lady Celia willed it so.
When the family moved into this mansion, it was with a consciousness that the only one who really belonged there was Celia.

She alone could behave like one perfectly at home.

It seemed entirely natural to the others that she should do just what she liked, shut them off from her portion of the house, take her meals there if she felt disposed, and keep such hours as pleased her instant whim.