She might even confess that she had accepted Alfred's invitation in the hope of hearing Miss Pink's views.

There would be opportunities, she trusted, for a little instructive conversation on that subject.

It was, perhaps, ridiculous to talk, at her age, of feeling as if she was Miss Pink's pupil; and yet it exactly expressed the nature of the aspiration which was then in her mind.
In these terms, feeling her way with the utmost nicety, Mrs.Drumblade wound the net of flattery round and round Miss Pink until her hold on that innocent lady was, in every sense of the word, secure.

Before half the horses had been passed under review, Hardyman and Isabel were out of sight, and Mrs.Drumblade and Miss Pink were lost in the intricacies of the stables.

"Excessively stupid of me! We had better go back, and establish ourselves comfortably in the parlor.