How little trouble this cost him he did not discover until afterwards; but, in fact, he had rarely met with a woman who, by her own personal qualities, was so well fitted to inspire feelings of both friendship and respect as this quiet undemonstrative Mrs.Costello.
Lucia and Mrs.Bellairs meantime had discussed yesterday and its doings, and passed to other plans of amusement--rides, drives, and fishing parties.

Time passed, as pleasant times often do, without anything particular being said or done, to mark its flight, and the call had lasted nearly an hour before it came to a close.
When it did, permission had been wrung from Mrs.Costello for Lucia to spend a long day with Mrs.Bellairs, at a farm in the country, which belonged, jointly, to her and her sister.

The whole family were to drive out from Cacouna in the morning, calling for Lucia, and were to bring her back in the evening.
"Let us go this way," said Mrs.Bellairs, turning to the steps which led down into the garden.

Lucia followed her.

"You have not seen my new roses," she said.