She had not seen her for some months, and she tasted in advance the sweets of mutual confidences.

That morning Jerome's face was a little confused in Lucina's mind with that of a rosy-cheeked and dark-ringleted girl, and young passion somewhat dimmed by gentle affection for one of her own sex.
Then, too, Lucina had come, during the last few days, to a more cheerful and hopeful view of the situation.

After all, Jerome loved her, and was not that the principal thing?
Perhaps, in time, it would all come right.

Jerome might get rich; in the meantime, she was in no hurry to be married and leave her parents, and if Jerome would only come to see her, that would be enough to make her very happy.

She thought that after her return he would very probably come.