She smiled, expecting his kind greeting, but was startled to hear from behind her instead the voice of a lady greeting him.

She turned her head involuntarily: there was the head of Sepia rising above the breach in the ha-ha, and Godfrey had turned aside and run to give her his hand.
Now Letty knew Sepia by sight, from the evening she had spent at the old hall; more of her she knew nothing.

From the mind of Tom, in his illness, her baleful influence had vanished like an evil dream, and Mary had not thought it necessary to let him know how falsely, contemptuously, and contemptibly, she had behaved toward him.

Letty, therefore, had no feeling toward Sepia but one of admiration for her grace and beauty, which she could appreciate the more that they were so different from her own.
"Thank you," said Sepia, holding fast by Godfrey's hand, and coming up with a little pant.

"What a lovely day it is for your haymaking! How can you afford the time to play knight-errant to a distressed damsel ?" "The hay is nearly independent of my presence," replied Godfrey.