She was bard at work building for her soul its 'lordly pleasure-house,' its Palace of Art.

Could she, poor as she was, dependent, bound by such obvious chains to the gross earth, hope to abide in her courts and corridors for ever ?...
Friday was the day of her arrival at Banbrigg.

On the Saturday afternoon she hoped to enjoy a walk with her father; he would reach home from the mill shortly after two o'clock, and would then have his dinner.

Mrs.
Hood dined at one, and could not bring herself to alter the hour for Saturday; it was characteristic of her.

That there might be no culinary cares on Sunday morning, she always cooked her joint of meat on the last day of the week; partaking of it herself at one o'clock, she cut slices for her husband and kept them warm, with vegetables, in the oven.