He knew her.

She was a few paces ahead of Mrs.Pagnell, beside whom a gentleman walked.
The cry came: 'It's that man Morsfield! Who brings that man Morsfield here?
He hunted me on the road; he seemed to be on the wrong scent.

Who are those women?
Rowsley, are your grounds open every day of the week?
She threatens to come in!' Lady Charlotte had noted that the foremost and younger of 'those women' understood how to walk and how to dress to her shape and colour.

She inclined to think she was having to do with an intrepid foreign-bred minx.
Aminta had been addressed by one of her companions, and had hastened forward.

It looked like the beginning of a run to enter the house.
Mrs.Pagnell ran after her.