If you like your bed best, stop there; and mind you amuse Janet for me duing my absence.' 'I'm not going to let any one make comparisons between us,' Temple muttered.
He dropped dozens of similar remarks, and sometimes talked downright flattery, I had so deeply impressed him.
We breakfasted by candle-light, and rode away on a frosty foggy morning, keeping our groom fifty yards to the rear, a laughable sight, with both his coat-pockets bulging, a couple of Riversley turnover pasties in one, and a bottle of champagne in the other, for our lunch on the road.

Now and then, when near him, we galloped for the fun of seeing him nurse the bottle-pocket.

He was generally invisible.

Temple did not think it strange that we should be riding out in an unknown world with only a little ring, half a stone's-throw clear around us, and blots of copse, and queer vanishing cottages, and hard grey meadows, fir-trees wonderfully magnified, and larches and birches rigged like fairy ships, all starting up to us as we passed, and melting instantly.

One could have fancied the fir-trees black torches.