"If you knew how I love this dear old cottage! It was in this room I first saw you, dearest.

You were standing by that window, in the sunshine, when the vicar brought me to see the place, and you turned round with such a beaming smile on your face.

I think I loved you then.

I could not be so happy anywhere else." And Elizabeth had reluctantly yielded her opinion.
But the humble cottage rooms had been beautified and transformed by hers and Dinah's thoughtful care for the invalid, and one comfort after another had found their way from the Wood House.

The very couch that Dinah had used in her illness, with its soft silk cushions and eider-down foot-quilt, the gold and black screen from the inner drawing-room, and a favourite easy-chair that David had often praised, were all at the White Cottage, Nor was Mr.Charrington behindhand in his attentions.