She thought she only wanted opportunity to capture him.

Though she was most anxious for a good night in order that she might appear to advantage in the morning, sleep forsook her eyelids, and she lay awake long thinking what she would do when she was my lady--how she would warm Woodmansterne, and what a dashing equipage she would keep.

At length she dropped off, just as she thought she was getting into her well-appointed chariot, showing a becoming portion of her elegantly turned ankles.
In the morning she attired herself in her new light blue satin robe, corsage Albanaise, with a sort of three-quarter sleeves, and muslin under ones--something, we believe, out of the last book of fashion.

She also had her hair uncommonly well arranged, and sported a pair of clean primrose-coloured gloves.

'Now for victory,' said she, as she took a parting glance at herself in general, and the hot spot in particular.
Judge of her disgust on meeting her mamma on the staircase at learning that his lordship had got up at six o'clock, and had gone to meet his hounds on the other side of the county.