Before the week was over, there was a feeling among all the dependants at Babington, and among many of the neighbours, that everything was settled, and that Miss Julia was to be the new mistress of Folking.
Caldigate knew that it was so.

He perceived the growth of the feeling from day to day.

He could not say that he would not go to the meetings, all of which had been arranged beforehand.

Nor could he refuse to stand up beside his cousin Julia and shoot his arrows directly after she had shot hers.

Nor could he refrain from acknowledging that though she was awkward in a drawing-room, she was a buxom young woman dressed in green with a feather in her hat and a bow in her hand; and then she could always shoot her arrows straight into the bull's-eye.