You have read her books.

There's a French sort of daring, half-audacious power in them, but she herself is quiet and simple, and drew my heart out of me a good deal.

I felt inclined to love her in our half-hour's intercourse.

And I liked Lady Eastlake too in another way, the 'lady' of the 'Letters from the Baltic,' nay, I liked her better than the 'lady'....
Do write to me and tell me of your house, whether you are settling down in it comfortably[4].

In every new house there's a good deal of bird's work in treading and shuffling down the loose sticks and straws, before one can feel it is to be a nest.