Mrs.Bute knew they would meet the abominable Rawdon there, and she was right.
One day in the ring, Rawdon's stanhope came in sight; Rebecca was seated by him.

In the enemy's equipage Miss Crawley occupied her usual place, with Mrs.Bute on her left, the poodle and Miss Briggs on the back seat.

It was a nervous moment, and Rebecca's heart beat quick as she recognized the carriage; and as the two vehicles crossed each other in a line, she clasped her hands, and looked towards the spinster with a face of agonized attachment and devotion.

Rawdon himself trembled, and his face grew purple behind his dyed mustachios.

Only old Briggs was moved in the other carriage, and cast her great eyes nervously towards her old friends.