She hath a right to follow her fancy, as the dame said who kissed her cow--only I do not much approve her choice, that is all.

He cannot be six years short of fifty; and a verjuice countenance, under the penthouse of a slouched beaver, and bag of meagre dried bones, swaddled up in a black cloak, is no such temptation, methinks." "I tell you once more," said Whitaker, "you are mistaken; and that there neither is, nor can be, any matter of love between them, but only some intrigue, concerning, perhaps, this same noble Countess of Derby.

I tell thee, it behoves my master to know it, and I will presently tell it to him." So saying, and in spite of all the remonstrances which Lance continued to make on behalf of Mistress Deborah, the steward rode up to the main body of their little party, and mentioned to the Knight, and the Countess of Derby, what he had just heard from the keeper, adding at the same time his own suspicions, that Master Bridgenorth of Moultrassie Hall was desirous to keep up some system of espial in the Castle of Martindale, either in order to secure his menaced vengeance on the Countess of Derby, as authoress of his brother-in-law's death, or for some unknown, but probably sinister purpose.
The Knight of the Peak was filled with high resentment at Whitaker's communication.

According to his prejudices, those of the opposite faction were supposed to make up by wit and intrigue what they wanted in open force; and he now hastily conceived that his neighbour, whose prudence he always respected, and sometimes even dreaded, was maintaining for his private purposes, a clandestine correspondence with a member of his family.

If this was for the betrayal of his noble guest, it argued at once treachery and presumption; or, viewing the whole as Lance had done, a criminal intrigue with a woman so near the person of Lady Peveril, was in itself, he deemed, a piece of sovereign impertinence and disrespect on the part of such a person as Bridgenorth, against whom Sir Geoffrey's anger was kindled accordingly.
Whitaker had scarce regained his post in the rear, when he again quitted it, and galloped to the main body with more speed than before, with the unpleasing tidings that they were pursued by half a score of horseman, and better.
"Ride on briskly to Hartley-nick," said the Knight, "and there, with God to help, we will bide the knaves .-- Countess of Derby--one word and a short one--Farewell!--you must ride forward with Whitaker and another careful fellow, and let me alone to see that no one treads on your skirts." "I will abide with you and stand them," said the Countess; "you know of old, I fear not to look on man's work." "You _must_ ride on, madam," said the Knight, "for the sake of the young Earl, and the rest of my noble friends' family.