It might be that she would discover something which Pine--Chaldea now thought of him as Pine--might like to know.

So having arranged this in her own unscrupulous mind, the girl behind a juniper bush jealously watched the unsuspecting lady.

What she saw did not please her overmuch, as Lady Agnes was rather too beautiful for her unknown rival's peace of mind.
Sir Hubert's wife was not really the exquisitely lovely creature Chaldea took her to be, but her fair skin and brown hair were such a contrast to the gypsy's swarthy face and raven locks, that she really looked like an angel of light compared with the dark child of Nature.

Agnes was tall and slender, and moved with a great air of dignity and calm self-possession, and this to the uncontrolled Chaldea was also a matter of offence.

She inwardly tried to belittle her rival by thinking what a milk-and-water useless person she was, but the steady and resolute look in the lady's brown eyes gave the lie to this mental assertion.