Crosbie felt that he was such a calf,--and the more calf-like, in that he had not as yet dared to ask a question about his wife's fortune.

"I will have it out of the old fellow this evening," he said to himself, as he buttoned on his dandy shooting gaiters that morning.
"How nice he looks in them," Lily said to her sister afterwards, knowing nothing of the thoughts which had troubled her lover's mind while he was adorning his legs.
"I suppose we shall come back this way," Crosbie said, as they prepared to move away on their proper business when lunch was over.
"Well, not exactly!" said Bernard.

"We shall make our way round by Darvell's farm, and so back by Gruddock's.

Are the girls going to dine up at the Great House to-day ?" The girls declared that they were not going to dine up at the Great House,--that they did not intend going to the Great House at all that evening.
"Then, as you won't have to dress, you might as well meet us at Gruddock's gate, at the back of the farmyard.

We'll be there exactly at half-past five." "That is to say, we're to be there at half-past five, and you'll keep us waiting for three-quarters of an hour," said Lily.