Gilbert knew he'd never regret buying Ingleside. Anne had fretted over leaving her House of Dreams, "our honeymoon idyll!" but she'd found much to rejoice over in the airier house and practical Susan had nearly gone into raptures over the pantry; Gilbert wouldn't have known this save that Anne confided it to him as they sat letting night's sleep collect around them. His Anne-girl was an alluring chatelaine, more amenable by moonlight, so he suggested, "Perhaps the sitting room deserves its own raptures, if you can stay quiet?"
Anne laid a finger on his lips, "Susan shan't hear a sound."