She and her thorough-bred, Whirlwind, will lead you all.

Her scarlet habit and 'red roan steed' are as well known in the country as the duke's hounds, and her bright eyes and dashing style have taken by storm the hearts of half the fox-hunting squires of Devonshire." She laughed a little maliciously.

Truth to tell, not being quite sure that her game was safely wired, and dreading this Amazonian Miss Hunsden as a prospective rival, she was nothing loath to prejudice the fastidious young baronet beforehand, even while seeming to praise her.
"I am surprised that you have not heard of her," she said.

"Sir Harcourt Helford and Mr.Cholmondeley actually fought a duel about her, and it ended in her telling them to their faces they were a pair of idiots, and flatly refusing both.

'The Hunsden' is the toast of the country." Sir Everard shuddered.
"From all such the gods deliver us! You honor Miss Hunsden with your deepest interest, I think, Lady Louise?
"Yes, she is such an oddity.