She knew the girl, was interested in her, and as it happened, one of her many friends had written to her that she wanted a young maid to be with two little girls.

The situation was in England.
Perhaps Nora would be satisfied if the Irish Sea lay between her and Richard Dawson.
I was returning home in the afternoon of the next day.

My lover was restive over the loss of so much of my society.

But the morning was bright and cheerful, and I thought I would walk over to Araglin and lay the matter before Nora.
It was a most delightful autumn day.

There had been a hoar-frost in the night and the dead leaves and twigs had a tracery of silver and crackled under one's foot as one walked.