_That_ was now the home.

Portsmouth was Portsmouth; Mansfield was home.

They had been long so arranged in the indulgence of her secret meditations, and nothing was more consolatory to her than to find her aunt using the same language: "I cannot but say I much regret your being from home at this distressing time, so very trying to my spirits.

I trust and hope, and sincerely wish you may never be absent from home so long again," were most delightful sentences to her.

Still, however, it was her private regale.