After Christmas had been celebrated and the wedding day drew nearer, Joshua Farnham let Ellie roam his house and said that she could choose any of her mother's things she liked to furnish her new home. The young couple had found a charming little house in Hampstead, near Well Walk where the poet, John Keats, had once lived. It was double-fronted, roomy and had a reasonable piece of tree-shaded garden around it, which she had great plans to improve and fill with arches and roses and little bowers to sit in.
For the first time Ellie looked about her childhood home as if she was a stranger, intense and wondering, knowing she would never return there now except as a visitor. A wave of uncontrollable nostalgia overcame her and tears sprang to her eyes. This was an era now passed, her merry girlhood. Before her loomed married life fraught with deeps and shallows, high canyons and long tedious plains.