There would be a bad week or two then while she was being carried off to her new home; but she had looked forward and had told herself that she would fill her mind with the care of one man's house, as she had hitherto filled it with the care of the house of another man.
'So it is all right,' said her aunt, rushing up to her with warm congratulations, ready to flatter her, prone to admire her.

It would be something to have a niece married to Adrian Urmand, the successful young merchant of Basle.

Marie Bromar was already in her aunt's eyes something different from her former self.
'I hope so, aunt.' 'Hope so; but it is so, you have accepted him ?' 'I hope it is right, I mean.' 'Of course it is right' said Madame Voss.

'How can it be wrong for a girl to accept the man whom all her friends wish her to marry?
It must be right.

And your uncle will be so happy.' 'Dear uncle!' 'Yes, indeed.