Georgiana, when not unburdening her heart to me, spent most of her time in lying on the sofa, fretting about the dulness of the house, and wishing over and over again that her aunt Gibson would send her an invitation up to town.
Se Georgiana non era occupata a farmi confidenze, stava distesa su un sofà, lamentando la tristezza della casa, e a desiderare che la zia Gibson la invitasse a andar da lei in città.