"Let me unpack for you, and choose which dress I like." The brilliant decorations of the corridor were explained to me now! We entered the rooms; her bed-room, my bed-room, and our sitting-room between the two.

I was prepared to find them, what they proved to be--as bright as looking-glasses, and gilding, and gaily-colored ornaments, and cheerful knick-knacks of all sorts could make them.

They were more like rooms in my lively native country than rooms in sober colorless England.
The one thing which I own did still astonish me, was that all this sparkling beauty of adornment in Lucilla's habitation should have been provided for the express gratification of a young lady who could not see.
Experience was yet to show me that the blind can live in their imaginations, and have their favorite fancies and illusions like the rest of us.
To satisfy Lucilla by changing my dark purple dress, it was necessary that I should first have my boxes.

So far as I knew, Finch's boy had taken my luggage, along with the pony, to the stables.

Before Lucilla could ring the bell to make inquiries, my elderly guide (who had silently left us while we were talking together in the corridor) re-appeared, followed by the boy and a groom, carrying my things.