If it had not been for her father's wishes she would much rather have stayed at home; but, nevertheless, she talked even to the irresponsive old dowager, and fairly chatted to her father when she got beside him, because she did not like him to fancy that she was not enjoying herself.
And, indeed, she had so much happiness in the daily course of this part of her life, that, on looking back upon it afterwards, she could not imagine anything brighter than it had been.

The delight of receiving her lover's letters--the anxious happiness of replying to them (always a little bit fearful lest she should not express herself and her love in the precisely happy medium becoming a maiden)--the father's love and satisfaction in her--the calm prosperity of the whole household--was delightful at the time, and, looking back upon it, it was dreamlike.
Occasionally Mr.Corbet came down to see her.

He always slept on these occasions at Mr.Ness's; but he was at Ford Bank the greater part of the one day between two nights that he allowed himself for the length of his visits.

And even these short peeps were not frequently taken.

He was working hard at law: fagging at it tooth and nail; arranging his whole life so as best to promote the ends of his ambition; feeling a delight in surpassing and mastering his fellows--those who started in the race at the same time.