A flash of her matchless wit now and then reduced him to that abject state of man beside the fair person he has treated high cavalierly, which one craves permission to describe as pulp.

He was utterly beaten.
The sight of Redworth on the valley road was a relief to them both.

He had slept in one of the houses of the valley, and spoke of having had the intention to mount to Copsley.

Sir Lukin proposed to drive him back.
He glanced at Diana, still with that calculating abstract air of his; and he was rallied.

He confessed to being absorbed in railways, the new lines of railways projected to thread the land and fast mapping it.
'You 've not embarked money in them ?' said Sir Lukin.
The answer was: 'I have; all I possess.' And Redworth for a sharp instant set his eyes on Diana, indifferent to Sir Lukin's bellow of stupefaction at such gambling on the part of a prudent fellow.
He asked her where she was to be met, where written to, during the Summer, in case of his wishing to send her news.
She replied: 'Copsley will be the surest.