Oh, la! Oh, me! All these wretched birds a-courting and I bumping along on Dobbin, lacking even my own Gilpin! Shall we gallop ?" Eileen nodded.
When at length they pulled up along the reservoir, Eileen's hair had rebelled as usual and one bright strand eurled like a circle of ruddy light across her cheek; but Rosamund drew bridle as immaculate as ever and coolly inspected her companion.
"What gorgeous hair," she said, staring.

"It's worth a coronet, you know--if you ever desire one." "I don't," said the girl, laughing and attempting to bring the insurgent curl under discipline.
"I dare say you're right; coronets are out of vogue among us now.

It's the fashion to marry our own good people.

By the way, you are continuing to astonish the town, I hear." "What do you mean, Mrs.Fane ?" "Why, first it was Sudbury, then Draymore, and how everybody says that Boots--" "Boots!" repeated Miss Erroll blankly, then laughed deliciously.
"Poor, poor Boots! Did they say _that_ about him?
Oh, it really is too bad, Mrs.Fane; it is certainly horridly impertinent of people to say such things.

My only consolation is that Boots won't care; and if he doesn't, why should I ?" Rosamund nodded, crossing her crop.
"At first, though, I did care," continued the girl.