As Emily was just passing him when he turned again, and as the passage was narrow, he found himself unexpectedly gazing into her face.
Being nearly the same height, they were so near each other that it was a little awkward.
"I beg pardon," he said, stepping back a pace and lifting his straw hat.
But he did not say, "I beg pardon, Miss Fox-Seton," and Emily knew that he had not recognised her again, and had not the remotest idea who she was or where she came from.
She passed him with her agreeable, friendly smile, and there returned to her mind Lady Maria's remarks of the night before.
"To think that if he married poor pretty Lady Agatha she will be mistress of three places quite as beautiful as Mallowe, three lovely old houses, three sets of gardens, with thousands of flowers to bloom every year! How nice it would be for her! She is so lovely that it seems as if he _must_ fall in love with her.

Then, if she was Marchioness of Walderhurst, she could do so much for her sisters." After breakfast she spent her morning in doing a hundred things for Lady Maria.

She wrote notes for her, and helped her to arrange plans for the entertainment of her visitors.

She was very busy and happy.

In the afternoon she drove across the moor to Maundell, a village on the other side of it.