He lounged easily up against the window, gazing with calm admiration after her.
"An huncommon 'andsome and lady-looking young pusson that," reflected Sir Everard's gentleman.

"I shouldn't mind hasking her to be my missus one of these days.

That face of hers and them dashing ways would take helegantly behind the bar of a public." Sybilla sped on her way down the village to the Blue Bell.

Just before she reached the inn she encountered Mr.Parmalee himself, taking a constitutional, a cigar in his mouth, and his hands deep in his trousers pockets.

He met and greeted his fair betrothed with natural phlegm.
"How do, Sybilla ?" nodding.