Have you told Charlotte ?" "No, I haven't told her yet.

I think she is off to Dalton.

Father said he was going this morning, and he never would go without her." Indeed, the squire and his younger daughter were at that moment cantering down the valley, mid the fresh green of the fields, and the yellow of the ripening wheat, and the hazy purple of mountains holding the whole landscape in their solemn shelter except in front, where the road stretched to the sea, amid low hills overgrown with parsley-fern and stag's-horn-moss.

They had not gone very far before they met Stephen Latrigg.

He was well mounted and handsomely dressed; and, as he bowed to the squire and Charlotte, his happy face expressed a delight which Sandal in his present mood felt to be offensive.