Many were the tears shed by them in their last adieus to a place so much beloved. “Dear, dear Norland!” said Marianne, as she wandered alone before the house, on the last evening of their being there; “when shall I cease to regret you!⁠—when learn to feel a home elsewhere!⁠—Oh! happy house, could you know what I suffer in now viewing you from this spot, from whence perhaps I may view you no more!⁠—And you, ye well-known trees!⁠—but you will continue the same. No leaf will decay because we are removed, nor any branch become motionless although we can observe you no longer!⁠—No; you will continue the same; unconscious of the pleasure or the regret you occasion, and insensible of any change in those who walk under your shade!⁠—But who will remain to enjoy you?”