I believe the scenery at Nuncombe Putney is very pretty." "Lovely!" said Mr.Bideawhile, who had a general idea that Devonshire is supposed to be a picturesque county.

"With such a life before me as I must lead," continued Mrs.
Trevelyan, "an ugly neighbourhood, one that would itself have had no interest for a stranger, would certainly have been an additional sorrow." So it had been settled, and by the end of July, Mrs.
Trevelyan, with her sister and baby, was established at the Clock House, under the protection of Mrs.Stanbury.

Mrs.Trevelyan had brought down her own maid and her own nurse, and had found that the arrangements made by her husband had, in truth, been liberal.

The house in Curzon Street had been given up, the furniture had been sent to a warehouse, and Mr.Trevelyan had gone into lodgings.

"There never were two young people so insane since the world began," said Lady Milborough to her old friend, Mrs.Fairfax, when the thing was done.
"They will be together again before next April," Mrs.Fairfax had replied.