'But of course I am.

I'll be down directly.' In a few more minutes she was standing alone in her room.

The housemaid, of her own accord, had lit a fire, and had gathered some snowdrops for the dressing table.

Elizabeth's bags had been already unpacked, and all her small possessions had been arranged just as she liked them.
'They spoil me,' she thought, half pleased, half shrinking.

'But why am I here?
Why have I come back?
And what do I mean to do ?'.