She spread all sorts of report, about Mr.Morsfield, and he was honour itself in his reserve about her.

'Depend upon it, Aminta--he was not more than a boy then, and they say she aimed at her enfranchisement by plotting the collision, for his Yorkshire revenues are immense, and he is, you know, skilful in the use of arms, and Captain May has no resources whatever: penury! no one cares to speculate how they contrive!--but while that dreadful duelling--and my lord as bad as any in his day-exists, depend upon it, an unscrupulous good-looking woman has as many lives for her look of an eye or lift of a finger as a throned Ottoman Turk on his divan.' Aminta wished to dream.

She gave her aunt a second dose, and the lady relapsed again.
Power to dream had gone.

She set herself to look at roadside things, cottage gardens, old housewives in doorways, gaffer goodman meeting his crony on the path, groups of boys and girls.

She would take the girls, Matthew Weyburn the boys.