Mrs.Hill was driving with some of her guests.

Mr.Hill was out walking with some of his guests.

A maid would go and seek for Miss Leonard, and in the meantime I was conducted to my room.
Such a room as it was.

I smiled at myself for thinking it so grand, for I had certainly slept in as fine a chamber before.

But of late I had forgotten how long is wealth's list of necessities, and had learned to live without a velvet couch at the fireside of my sleeping apartment, branches of wax-candles on the mantel, and long mirrors on every side to make me feel as if half a dozen impertinent young women were for ever prying into, and making a mockery of, my movements.