This novel opens in an English vicarage garden, before a bundle of her own old letters transports the female narrator, Eleanor (then Miss Middleton), into the only eventful year of her life. She sees herself as plain and ordinary; she is now thirty-six, married to her Henry and mother of a small daughter. She was then already past thirty, working as a governess, and had chosen a position in the unimaginably exotic Galicia because she supposed that Henry, then a struggling barrister, might do better to marry a richer, more attractive woman who was also in love with him. This capacity for quixotism suggests hidden depths in Eleanor, but in the novel she is the voice of reason, as well as that of kindness and reliability, which she herself contrasts as English virtues with a Polish capacity for heroism.