She might have looked her thanks to Gabriel on a minute scale, but she did not speak them; more probably she felt none, for in gaining her a passage he had lost her her point, and we know how women take a favour of that kind.
The gatekeeper surveyed the retreating vehicle.

"That's a handsome maid," he said to Oak.
"But she has her faults," said Gabriel.
"True, farmer." "And the greatest of them is--well, what it is always." "Beating people down?
ay, 'tis so." "O no." "What, then ?" Gabriel, perhaps a little piqued by the comely traveller's indifference, glanced back to where he had witnessed her performance over the hedge, and said, "Vanity.".