I saw to my vases.

I looked into the room which Anthony used as a dining-room when he was at home, and saw the table set, the old damask table-cloth, patched and darned by Terence himself, warmly white, the silver and glass shining.

I smiled as I noticed that two places had been set.

It was as though Terence anticipated the wonderful days to come.
Anthony's chair was drawn in front of the fire, which had been lately attended to, for the hearth was clean, and a log of cherry-wood burning on the coals sent out a delicious fragrance.

Presently Terence would come bustling in to ask, "What news, Miss Bawn ?" Sitting in the chair in front of the warm fire, full of beatific dreams, I somehow fell asleep.
I had been dreaming the most wonderful things, and when I started out of my sleep I thought I was still dreaming.