She had been greatly pleaded at the impression Lucy had made.

Her manner, her courtesy, her respect for the older woman, her humoring her whims, show her to be the daughter of a Cobden.

As to her own place during the visit, she had never given it a thought.

She would always be willing to act as foil to her accomplished, brilliant sister if by so doing she could make other people love Lucy the more.
As they walked through the doctor's study, Mrs.Cavendish preceding them, Jane lingered for a moment and gave a hurried glance about her.
There stood his chair and his lounge where he had thrown himself so often when tired out.

There, too, was the closet where he hung his coat and hat, and the desk covered with books and papers.