Erminia is a little sensible creature, and says she does not wonder at any man falling in love with you.

Nay, Maggie, don't hang your head so down; let me have a glimpse of your face." "I am sorry your father does not like it," said Maggie, sorrowfully.
"So am I.But we must give him time to get reconciled.

Never fear but he will like it in the long run; he has too much good taste and good feeling.
He must like you." Frank did not choose to tell even Maggie how violently his father had set himself against their engagement.

He was surprised and annoyed at first to find how decidedly his father was possessed with the idea that he was to marry his cousin, and that she, at any rate, was attached to him, whatever his feelings might be toward her; but after he had gone frankly to Erminia and told her all, he found that she was as ignorant of her uncle's plans for her as he had been; and almost as glad at any event which should frustrate them.
Indeed she came to the moorland cottage on the following day, after Frank had returned to Cambridge.

She had left her horse in charge of the groom, near the fir-trees on the heights, and came running down the slope in her habit.