It had seemed to her delightful.

She had taken but a child's view of it.

Maurice had been so kind, so good, so different from that nasty old uncle.

He had been so good, indeed, that when he asked her to come first to see his mother (Lady Rylton had made quite a point of this in her letters to him; the county might think it so odd if the young wife did not appear anxious to fly into her arms on her return), she had said "Yes" quite willingly, and with a grateful little glance.

He had done so much for her, she must do something for him.