Did no other girl ever fall in love with a creature as purely of her imagination?
A good many wives, perhaps, know something about it, and a good many old maids also--who are the better off.
When the visit to London ended, and she went back to the old solitary life, everything had changed to her.

Her days, which had been empty, were full of dreams, her heart grew tender, glad, hopeful, with a sweet unreasonable content.

Even George seemed less disagreeable to her; she began to think she had been often ill-tempered, and must try to make amends.

Christian had found means--or Bailey had found them for him--to make her believe herself as much to him as he was to her.

She knew that the whole party had left London, and were moving from place to place.
By-and-by they would come to Cheshire, and then she would see or hear of them.