"That is where we are going," he said. "It's rather a pretty place," indifferently. "I think you'll like it."
She saw a stately mansion of grey stone, with wide porches and massive tower, and where he knew the reception hall and the stately stairway were just as she would wish her own house to be—even the tiger skin rug in the drawing-room, and the beautiful things in costly woods, and fabrics of white and gold. He could stand it no longer and leaned towards her, thrilling with an unspeakable tenderness.
"Heart of mine," he whispered, "haven't you guessed it?"
From a Human Standpoint