Quarrier had gone to spend the day at a neighbouring town, and would not be back before late in the evening, so that Lilian had arranged to go from Mrs.Wade's to the Liversedges'.
They still had a couple of hours' talk to enjoy; on Lilian's side, at all events, it was unfeigned enjoyment.

The cosy little room put her at ease.

Its furniture was quite in keeping with the simple appearance of the house, but books and pictures told that no ordinary cottager dwelt here.
"I have had many an hour of happiness in this room," said Mrs.Wade, as they seated themselves by the fire.

"The best of all between eleven at night and two in the morning.

You know the lines in 'Penseroso.' Most men would declare that a woman can't possibly appreciate them; I know better.