As for any uneasiness on the score of Steadbolt's insolent insinuations, she had absolutely dismissed that from her mind.
Yes--that bridal homecoming--how strange it had seemed! How rough everything was! How impossible the whole thing would have appeared to her had any fortune-teller in Bond Street prophesied the end of her marriage journey! And how, in the first moment of settling down, she had laughed with Colin at the thought of what Chris and Molly Gaverick, and 'Eliza Countess' would have said! But with what dauntless energy she had worked in transforming her new abode and in making it reflect her own personality.

She had felt really grateful, she said, to the Union delegates for having enticed away the builders before the inside furnishings were complete.

Soon they got hold of a bush carpenter, and she was provided with occupation for a good many months.
Lady Bridget had been very happy in those early days.

Colin had seemed so thoroughly in the picture--strong, chivalrous, adoring--like a Viking worshipping his conquered bride.

The romance of it all appealed tremendously to the Celtic blood in Bridget.