How I loved my new life no words of mine can tell.

The luxury of having plenty of money, of being able to do what I liked with my time, of seeing my sister so happy, of being altogether without those dark fears for the future which so often beset those whose lot is hard work and very limited means--I thanked God for it all.
I had made the acquaintance of most of the tenants on the estate, and my neighbors had begun to call upon me.

It was surprising how every one liked, or, I may say, loved, my sister Clare.

That invalid couch of hers became a kind of center of society.
One morning I saw some cards lying on the hall table.

Coralie was standing near when I took them up.