She has nothing to disturb her.

I shall be happy in the way she is.

When I am such an old maid that my father and mother will have died, because they were too old to live longer, I will leave this house, because I could not bear to stay here with them away, and go to Aunt Camilla's.
She will be dead, too, by that time, and her house will be mine.

Then I, in my cap and spectacles, will sit afternoons in the summer-house, and--perhaps--he--he will be older than I then, and white-haired, and maybe stooping and walking with a cane--perhaps--he will come often, and sit with me there, and we will remember everything together." In all her forecasts for a single life, Lucina could not quite eliminate her lover, though she could her husband.

She and Jerome were always to be friends, of course, and he was to come and see her.
Lucina, when once Jerome had begun to visit her, never contemplated the possibility of his ever ceasing to do so.