Then, she said, she hoped to come back to Priorsford for a little, while Biddy went on to London.
How easy it all sounded, Jean thought.

Historic houses full of all things lovely, leisured, delightful people, the money, and the freedom to go where one listed: no pinching, no striving, no sordid cares.
David's vacation was slipping past; and Jean was deep in preparations for his departure.

She longed vehemently for some money to spend.

There were so many things that David really needed and was doing without, so many of the things he had were so woefully shabby.

Jean understood better now what a young man wanted; she had studied Lord Bidborough's clothes.