And as this conjunction of circumstances did not appear unfavourable to her cousin's wishes, and as she had no hint of those wishes having been given up, she was quite disposed to continue to regard Lucia as the future mistress of Hunsdon.
However, she was not sorry to leave Paris.

Her visit there, with regard to its principal object, had been rather unsatisfactory; at all events it had had no visible results, and she liked results.

She wanted to go home and see how Maurice reigned at Hunsdon, and tell her particular friends about the beautiful girl she hoped some day to have the pleasure of patronizing.
Mrs.Costello had regained nearly her usual health.

One day, shortly after the Dightons left, she asked Lucia to bring her desk, saying that she must write to Mr.Wynter, and that it was time they should make some different arrangement, since, as they had long ago agreed, Paris was too expensive for them to stay there all the year.
Lucia remembered what Maurice had said to her about her mother returning to England, but the consciousness of what had really been in his mind at the moment stopped her just as she was about to speak.

She brought the desk, and said only, "Have you thought of any place, mamma ?" "I have thought of two or three, but none please me," Mrs.Costello answered.