For the first time in her life she was completely her own mistress.

She sank into a roomy arm-chair, and surveyed her domain with much satisfaction; then she half closed her eyes and indulged in a day dream.
Everything in the most wonderful way had turned out for the best.

She dreaded being banished to Hampstead.

It had threatened insuperable obstacles in the way of her love and her ambition.

She had felt that she was going into exile.