The grandest air in England, he had heard say.
His mistress kept him to the discourse, for the comfort of hearing hard bald matter-of-fact; and she was amused and rebuked by his assumption that she must be entertaining an anxiety about master's favourite mare.
But, ah! that Diana had delayed in choosing a mate; had avoided her disastrous union with perhaps a more imposing man, to see the true beauty of masculine character in Mr.Redworth, as he showed himself to-day.

How could he have doubted succeeding?
One grain more of faith in his energy, and Diana might have been mated to the right husband for her--an open-minded clear-faced English gentleman.

Her speculative ethereal mind clung to bald matter-of-fact to-day.

She would have vowed that it was the sole potentially heroical.

Even Brisby partook of the reflected rays, and he was very benevolently considered by her.