"Very well. Don't fidget yourself, and I'll arrange it all."
Before they left, Margaret stole round to the back of the Vicarage garden, and gathered a little straggling piece of honeysuckle. She would not take a flower the day before, for fear of being observed, and her motives and feelings commented upon. But as she returned across the common, the place was reinvested with the old enchanting atmosphere. The common sounds of life were more musical there than anywhere else in the whole world, the light more golden, the life more tranquil and full of dreamy delight. As Margaret remembered her feelings yesterday, she said to herself:
"And I too change perpetually--now this, now that--now disappointment and peevish because all is not exactly as I had pictured it, and now suddenly discovering that the reality is far more beautiful than I had imagined it. Oh, Helstone! I shall never love any place like you."

But before they left, she stole round to the back of the Vicarage garden, and gathered a little straggling piece of honeysuckle. As she returned across the common, the place was reinvested with the old enchanting atmosphere. The sounds of life were more musical than anywhere else in the whole world, the light more golden, the life more tranquil and full of dreamy delight. Margaret said to herself:
'And I too change perpetually - now disappointed and peevish, and now suddenly discovering the real beauty of the place. Oh, Helstone! I shall never love any place like you.'
