Lizzie Dangler or any other girl might have "in tow," as he called it.

Idiot! I declare to you I positively hated Horner at that moment, inoffensive and harmless as he was.
I left the precincts of the church; and, walking along the path by the fosse, directed my steps towards the Prebend's Walk, hoping to light upon the object of my quest.
The air was filled with the fragrance of wild flowers and the smell of the new-mown hay from the adjacent meadows.

One heard the buzzing sound of busy insect life around, and the love-calls of song-birds from the hedge-rows; while the grateful shade of the lime-grove seemed to invite repose and suggest peaceful meditation: but I heeded none of these things.

I felt, like the singer of "The Banks and Braes of Bonny Doon," out of harmony with nature and all its surroundings.

My thoughts were jostling one another in a wild dance through my breast.