It looked like some mysterious military maneuver on a small scale; and again Jenny considered the illusion of free choice enjoyed by the grouse, who, perhaps, two miles away, crouched in hollows among the heather.

And yet, practically speaking, there was hardly any choice at all....
Lady Richard, the wife of one of the men, interrupted her in a drawl.
"Looks jolly, doesn't it ?" she said.
Jenny assented cordially.
(She hated this woman, somehow, without knowing why.

She said to herself it was the drawl and the insolent cold eyes and the astonishing complacency; and she only half acknowledged that it was the beautiful lines of the dress and the figure and the assured social position.) "We're driving," went on the tall girl.

"You rode, didn't you?
"Yes." "Lord Talgarth's mare, isn't it?
I thought I recognized her." "Yes.

I haven't got a horse of my own, you know," said Jenny deliberately.
"Oh!" Jenny suddenly felt her hatred rise almost to passion.
"I must be going," she said.