Here it seemed not only possible but covetable.

The first babble of congratulations and greetings over, she settled down to the quiet of the room assigned to her, and gave a sigh as of one who at last finds harborage.

If only this might go on for ever! If only the street might always be thus silent, the roof thus sheltering, the greetings of simple friends thus comforting! She made no plans for herself, no announcement to others of possible plans.

It was enough to remain thus, for a night at least.

She was very weary, body and soul.
The pathetic droop at the corners of her brave gay mouth must have brought sympathy to any who had known her earlier.
"We are not rich, Madame Countess," said Hector the next morning at the breakfast table, "but, my faith, it is not so bad here.