The conditions must still exist.

But how would it be when she was withdrawn from this peaceful activity of nature and set down among "those garish lights" in Cavendish Square and Piccadilly?
She hardly knew to what she was going as yet.

There had been a few social functions at Greyhope since she had come, but that could give her, after all, but little idea of the swing and pressure of London life.
At this moment she was lingering over the scene before her.

She was wondering with the naive wonder of an awakened mind.

She had intended many times of late saying to Richard all the native gratitude she felt; yet somehow she had never been able to say it.