"Please open that door, Mr.Symes.I shall certainly weep and wail disconsolately out of pure sentiment if you don't distract my attention with something else.

Show me the furniture, or the boxes it came in, or anything else that won't call forth tender reminiscences." Grace's laugh sounded a trifle shaky, but it was a laugh nevertheless.
Something in Elfreda's brusque tones acted as an antidote to her retrospection.

She had been more or less ghost-ridden ever since her return to Overton.

She now resolved to shake off that pleasantly melancholy sensation and "be up and doing with a heart for any fate." The caretaker admitted them to a hall crowded with huge packing boxes.
In fact, the whole of the first floor was occupied by the large shipments of furniture recently delivered into the care of Mr.Symes.
"It's worse than the cottage," announced Elfreda; "a regular howling wilderness.

I'd like to know how we can possibly guess what's what and why.