‘What an idea! Why, there’s four whole bottles left, and one as I’ve only had three glasses out of.’
‘Emma was dreadfully disappointed when you didn’t come as usual,’ she said presently.
Richard nodded.
‘Have you got into your house?’ she asked timidly.
‘It isn’t quite ready yet; but I’ve been seeing about the furnishing.’
Jane dreamed upon the word. It was her habit to escape from the suffering weakness of her own life to joy in the lot which awaited her sister.
‘And Emma will have a room all to herself?’
Jane had read of ladies’ boudoirs; it was her triumph to have won a promise from Richard that Emma should have such a chamber.
‘How is it going to be furnished? Do tell me.’
Richard’s imagination was not active in the spheres of upholstery.