All the work going on in the fields had interest for her, and all the passers-by on the road.

A strange interest, often, for Daisy was very apt to be wondering whether any of them knew and loved the name she loved best; wondering who among all those rough-looking, unknown people, might be her fellow-servants.
And with that a thought which, if Mr.Randolph had known it, would have checked his self-congratulations.

He had not guessed what made the clasp of Daisy's arms round his neck so close that morning.
Till they passed through Crum Elbow everything had been, as Preston said, seen a hundred times before.

A little way beyond that everything became new.

Mrs.Randolph's carriage never came that road.