As she paused I said, "Now a woman, and a happy one I hope, dear Alice."
She turned her large blue eyes full upon me, something like a sigh rose in her throat, and she only said, in so low a voice that I could hardly catch the sound, "God is everywhere!"
After this answer I did not feel courage to speak to her of Henry, of her own relations, of the circumstances attending her marriage, of anything, in short, that could cause her pain or disturbance, and I therefore asked her how she spent her time in London.
"That will be easily described," she said; "for in London one day exactly resembles another,—in its employment, at least."
"Does it really?" I exclaimed; for this was certainly not my idea of a London life.
"Yes," she replied. "I get up every day at six o'clock; and, after attending to some of my household concerns, I walk to Church, at St. Margaret's, where there is a service every morning. It feels almost like the country to walk at that hour."
"You must have found it piercingly cold in the winter?"
"It was cold enough sometimes; but lately it has been so mild that I walk slowly by the balconies to smell longer the mignonette which fills them. After Church comes breakfast; and then I go to the square."
"To walk there?"
"Yes; a kind of a walk."