Her ground was the high one of an interest in character.

She liked the young man and was sorry to see him in a way to be spoiled by too much admiration.
And the angel who records our innermost thoughts smiled to himself, if such grave beings can smile.
Meantime Lewis was delivered bound and captive to the enemy.

All down the burn his companion had been Mr.Stocks, and they had lagged behind the others.

That gentleman had not enjoyed the day; he had been bored by the landscape and scorched by the sun; also, as the time of contest approached, he was full of political talk, and he had found no ears to appreciate it.

Now he had seized on Lewis, and the younger man had lent him polite attention though inwardly full of ravening and bitterness.
"Your friend Mr.Mordaunt has promised to support my candidature.