She knew the other lady and liked her, too." "She knew me?
Who can it be ?" Ethie asked herself, remembering that the name she had heard at Clifton was a strange one to her.
"This, now, is the very handsomest part of the whole house," Mrs.Dobson said, throwing open a door which led from Richard's room into a suite of apartments which, to Ethie's bewildered gaze, seemed more like fairyland than anything real she had ever seen.

"This the governor fitted up expressly for his wife and I'm told he spent more money here than in all the upper rooms.

Did you ever see handsomer lace?
He sent to New York for them," she said, lifting up one of the exquisitely wrought curtains festooned across the arch which divided the boudoir from the large sleeping room beyond.

"This I call the bridal chamber," she continued, stepping into the room where everything was so pure and white.

"But, bless me, I forgot that I put on a lot of bottles to heat: I'll venture they are every one of them shivered to atoms.