She saw that the elder lady was greatly moved, and no woman had kissed her since her mother's death.
Why, if it were all a bargain, should she tenderly kiss her?
"I am so glad to welcome you, dear," Lady Tancred said, determining to be very gracious.

"I am almost pleased not to have been able to go last night.

Now I can have you all to myself for this, our first little meeting." And they sat down on a sofa, and Zara asked about her head; and Lady Tancred told her the pain was almost gone, and this broke the ice and started a conversation.
"I want you to tell me of yourself," Lady Tancred said.

"Do you think you will like this old England of ours, with its damp and its gloom in the autumn, and its beautiful fresh spring?
I want you to--and to love your future home." "Everything is very strange to me, but I will try," Zara answered.
"Tristram has been making great arrangements to please you at Wrayth," Lady Tancred went on.

"But, of course, he has told you all about it." "I have had to be away all the time," Zara felt she had better say--and Tristram interrupted.
"They are all to be surprises, Mother; everything is to be new to Zara, from beginning to end.