TheperceptionsshehadbroughtwithherfilledherjourneyintoKentwithdeliciousthings，deliciousrecognitionofbeautiesshehadbeforeknowntheexistenceofonlythroughthereadingofbooks，andthedwellingupontheircharmsasreproduced，moreorlessperfectly，oncanvas。Shesawrollbyher，withthepassingofthetrain，thelovelinessoflandandpicturesquenessoflivingwhichshehadsavedforherselfwithepicureanintentionforyears。Herfancy，whendetachedfromherthoughtsofhersister，hadbeenepicurean，andshehadbeenquiteawarethatitwasso。Whenshehadleftthesuburbsandthosevillagesalreadytouchedwithsuburbanitybehind，shefeltherselfsettleintoaglowofluxuriousenjoymentinthefreshnessofherpleasureinthefamiliar，andyetunfamiliar，objectsinthethick—hedgedfields，whosebroad—
branched，thick—foliagedoaksandbeechesweremoreemboweringintheirshade，andsweeterintheirgreenthananythingsherememberedthatothercountrieshadofferedher，evenattheirbest。Withinthefieldsthehawthornhedgesbeautifullyenclosedweregroupsofresignedmothersheepwiththeiryounglambsaboutthem。Thecuriouspointedtopsoftheredhopkilns，piercingthetreesnearthefarmhouses，woreanalmostintentionalairofaddingpicturesquedetail。
Therewereclustersofoldbuildingsanddotsofcottagesandcottagegardenswhichmadehernowandthenutterexclamationsofdelight。LittleinarticulateRosyhadseenandfeltitalltwelveyearsbeforeonherhopelessbridalhome—comingwhenNigelhadsathuddledunbecominglyinthecorneroftherailwaycarriage。Herpowerofexpressionhadbeenlimitedtolittlejoyfulgaspsandobviouslaudatoryadjectives，smotheredintheirbirthbyherfirstglanceatherbridegroom。
Betty，inseeingit，knewalltheexquisitenessofherownpleasure，andallthemeaningsofit。
Yes，itwasEngland——England。ItwastheEnglandofConstableandMorland，ofMissMitfordandMissAusten，theBrontesandGeorgeEliot。Thelandwhichsoftlyrolledandclotheditselfintherichverdureofmanytrees，sometimesinlovelyclusters，sometimesincoveringcopse，wasConstable’s；theripeyoungwomanwiththefat—leggedchildrenandthefarmyardbeastsabouther，asshefedthehensfromthewoodenpigginunderherarm，wasMorland’sown。