Still, he was not quite sure that he wished Daisy anything other than she was.
Troubled by no fears or prognostications, meanwhile, the pony chaise and its mistress went on their way.

No, Daisy had no fears.

She did doubt what Molly's immediate reception of her advances might be; her first experience bade her doubt; but the spirit of love in her little heart was overcoming; it poured over Molly a flood of sunny affections and purposes, in the warmth and glow of which the poor cripple's crabbedness and sourness of manner and temper were quite swallowed up and lost.
Daisy drove on, very happy and thankful, till the little hill was gained, and slowly walking up it Loupe stopped, nothing loth, before the gate of Molly Skelton's courtyard.
A little bit of hesitation came over Daisy now, not about what was to be done, but how to do it.

The cripple was in her flowery bit of ground, grubbing around her balsams as usual.

The clear afternoon sunbeams shone all over what seemed to Daisy all distressing together.