Miss Crawley's bonnet was resolutely turned towards the Serpentine.

Mrs.Bute happened to be in ecstasies with the poodle, and was calling him a little darling, and a sweet little zoggy, and a pretty pet.

The carriages moved on, each in his line.
"Done, by Jove," Rawdon said to his wife.
"Try once more, Rawdon," Rebecca answered.

"Could not you lock your wheels into theirs, dearest ?" Rawdon had not the heart for that manoeuvre.

When the carriages met again, he stood up in his stanhope; he raised his hand ready to doff his hat; he looked with all his eyes.