He and Lord Lowborough were accompanying Annabella and me in a long, delightful ride; he was riding by my side, as usual, and Annabella and Lord Lowborough were a little before us, the latter bending towards his companion as if in tender and confidential discourse.
'Those two will get the start of us, Helen, if we don't look sharp,' observed Huntingdon.

'They'll make a match of it, as sure as can be.
That Lowborough's fairly besotted.

But he'll find himself in a fix when he's got her, I doubt.' 'And she'll find herself in a fix when she's got him,' said I, 'if what I've heard of him is true.' 'Not a bit of it.

She knows what she's about; but he, poor fool, deludes himself with the notion that she'll make him a good wife, and because she has amused him with some rodomontade about despising rank and wealth in matters of love and marriage, he flatters himself that she's devotedly attached to him; that she will not refuse him for his poverty, and does not court him for his rank, but loves him for himself alone.' 'But is not he courting her for her fortune ?' 'No, not he.

That was the first attraction, certainly; but now he has quite lost sight of it: it never enters his calculations, except merely as an essential without which, for the lady's own sake, he could not think of marrying her.