The air of the room was redolent of heaven.

The precise arrangement of everything showed a sense of order, a feeling for harmony, which would certainly have influenced any one, even a Minoret-Levrault.

It was plain that the things about her were dear to Ursula, and that she loved a room which contained, as it were, her childhood and the whole of her girlish life.
Looking the room well over that he might seem to have a reason for his visit, the doctor saw at once how the windows looked into those of Madame de Portenduere.

During the night he had meditated as to the course he ought to pursue with Ursula about his discovery of this dawning passion.

To question her now would commit him to some course.
He must either approve or disapprove of her love; in either case his position would be a false one.