Only a kindling of the eyes--a few questions as practical as they were eager--and then that fluttering of the soft breath which he had noticed as she bent over his mother.
But she was not for him! Thus it is that women--the noblest and the dearest--throw themselves away.

She, with all the right and proper feelings of an Englishwoman, to mate with this plausible Radical and Little Englander! Hugh kicked the stones of the gravel savagely to right and left as he walked back to the house--in a black temper with his poverty and Diana's foolishness.
But was she really in love?
"Why then so pale, fond lover ?" He found a kind of angry comfort in the remembrance of her drooping looks.

They were no credit to Marsham, anyway.
Meanwhile Diana walked home, lingering by the way in two or three cottages.

She was shyly beginning to make friends with the people.

An old road-mender kept her listening while he told her how a Tallyn keeper had peppered him in the eye, ten years before, as he was crossing Barrow Common at dusk.