She bent over the opposite side.
"What an extraordinary thing!" she exclaimed.
Brett sat unmoved, anything in front being, of course, quite invisible to him.

On the box the coachman nudged the footman, as if to say: "Did you ever! Well, s'elp me!" For, in the next few strides, the horses had to be pulled to one side to avoid a cart laden with potatoes, driven by a coatless youth who had one arm thrown gracefully around the waist of a girl in a huge bonnet.
Nellie turned and stared at them in most unladylike manner, much to their discomfiture.
"I do declare," she cried, "the girl has brown eyes! Mr.Brett, do tell us how you did it." "I will," he replied gaily.

"Those labourers in a field half a mile away were digging potatoes.

Among the women sorters was a girl who was gazing anxiously in this direction, and who resumed work in a very bad temper when another woman spoke to her in a chaffing way.

The gate was left open, and there were fresh wheel-tracks in this direction.