Hats were swept off to her ladyship, sly glances flashed at her companion, who went pale, but apparently serene, eyes looking straight before her; and there was an obvious concealing of smiles at first, which later grew to be all unconcealed, and, later still, became supplemented by remarks that all might hear, remarks which did not escape--as they were meant not to escape--her ladyship and Mistress Winthrop.
"Madam," murmured the girl, in her agony of shame, "we were not well-advised to come.

Will not your ladyship turn back ?" Her ladyship displayed a vinegary smile, and looked at her companion over the top of her slowly moving fan.

"Why?
Is't not pleasant here ?" quoth she.

"'Twill be more agreeable under the trees yonder.

The sun will not reach you there, child." "'Tis not the sun I mind, madam," said Hortensia, but received no answer.