"I've got to visit an old woman who's dying.

A rector's daughter, you know--" "Ah! yes." Then Jenny mounted from a rock (Lady Richard held the mare's head and settled the habit), and rode slowly away downhill.
(III) Dick approached the Rectory next day a little before twelve o'clock with as much excitement in his heart as he ever permitted to himself.
Dick is a good fellow--I haven't a word to say against him, except perhaps that he used to think that to be a Guiseley, and to have altogether sixteen hundred a year and to live in a flat in St.James's, and to possess a pointed brown beard and melancholy brown eyes and a reposeful manner, relieved him from all further effort.

I have wronged him, however; he had made immense efforts to be proficient at billiards, and had really succeeded; and, since his ultimate change of fortune, has embraced even further responsibilities in a conscientious manner.
Of course, he had been in love before in a sort of way; but this was truly different.

He wished to marry Jenny very much indeed....

That she was remarkably sensible, really beautiful and eminently presentable, of course, paved the way; but, if I understand the matter rightly, these were not the only elements in the case.