And then, though, in all her very restricted intercourse with such English people as she met, she never ceased to ridicule things English, yet she dreaded a return to her own country. In her heart of hearts she liked the somewhat stupid tranquillity of the life she saw, comparing it with the rough tempests of her past days. 
And in her heart of hearts she liked the somewhat stupid tranquillity of life in England compared to the rough tempests of her past days. 