In truth this was a new life, into which nothing of the old one could come except love and memory.
Of course, they could not sleep that night.

They missed the motion of the ship, which had lately lulled them; they could not shake off the impression of strangeness and feel sufficiently at home to forget themselves; and to Lucia, used to the healthy sleep of eighteen, this was a much more serious matter than to one who had kept as many vigils as Mrs.Costello.They appeared, therefore, in the morning to have changed characters; Lucia was pale and tired, Mrs.Costello seemed bright and refreshed.
The rapid and uneventful journey to Paris ended, for the present, their wanderings.

When, on the following day, they started out in search of apartments, Mrs.Costello looked round her in astonishment.

More than twenty years ago she had really known something of the city; now there only seemed to be, here and there, an old landmark left to prove that it was not altogether a new and strange place.

Lucia was delighted with everything.