However, it may be useful to have this good understanding with her....I wish she took more interest in the place, and stayed here all the year round." "I am afraid 'tis not her regard for you, but her dislike of Hintock, that makes her so easy about the trees," said Mrs.Melbury.
When dinner was over, Grace took a candle and began to ramble pleasurably through the rooms of her old home, from which she had latterly become wellnigh an alien.

Each nook and each object revived a memory, and simultaneously modified it.

The chambers seemed lower than they had appeared on any previous occasion of her return, the surfaces of both walls and ceilings standing in such relations to the eye that it could not avoid taking microscopic note of their irregularities and old fashion.

Her own bedroom wore at once a look more familiar than when she had left it, and yet a face estranged.

The world of little things therein gazed at her in helpless stationariness, as though they had tried and been unable to make any progress without her presence.
Over the place where her candle had been accustomed to stand, when she had used to read in bed till the midnight hour, there was still the brown spot of smoke.