I've always fancied a little house with one's own things in it.

You know, things that you can get fond of." Oh, the things she was going to get fond of! The things that her poor, round foolish eyes gloated upon the moment that she saw them! Joan tried to enlist the shopman on her side, descending even to flirtation.
Unfortunately he was a young man with a high sense of duty, convinced that his employer's interests lay in his support of Mrs.Phillips.

The sight of the furniture that, between them, they selected for the dining- room gave Joan a quite distinct internal pain.

They ascended to the floor above, devoted to the exhibition of "_Recherche_ drawing-room suites." Mrs.Phillips's eye instinctively fastened with passionate desire upon the most atrocious.

Joan grew vehement.