I'm sorry to say there isn't very much of the other kind to do yet.' 'Comes in slowly, does it ?' Richard asked, without appearance of much interest.
'It'll be better soon, I dare say.

People want time, you see, to get to know of us.' Richard's eyes wandered.
'Have you finished the port wine yet ?' he asked, as if to fill a gap.
'What an idea! Why, there's four whole bottles left, and one as I've only had three glasses out of.' 'Emma was dreadfully disappointed when you didn't come as usual,' she said presently.
Richard nodded.
'Have you got into your house ?' she asked timidly.
'It isn't quite ready yet; but I've been seeing about the furnishing.' Jane dreamed upon the word.

It was her habit to escape from the suffering weakness of her own life to joy in the lot which awaited her sister.
'And Emma will have a room all to herself ?' Jane had read of ladies' boudoirs; it was her triumph to have won a promise from Richard that Emma should have such a chamber.
'How is it going to be furnished?
Do tell me.' Richard's imagination was not active in the spheres of upholstery.
'Well, I can't yet say,' he replied, as if with an effort to rouse himself.

'How would you like it to be ?' Jane had ever before her mind a vague vision of bright-hued drapery, of glistening tables and chairs, of nobly patterned carpet, setting which her heart deemed fit for that priceless jewel, her dear sister.

But to describe it all in words was a task beyond her.