"I shall be back in good time." And she went off followed by Joseph, the groom, a man of forty, lean and jockey-like, with a russet and wrinkled countenance which might mean anything or nothing.
"A ridiculous hat!" said Alice, maliciously.

"Nobody wears such a hat in England to ride in.

Think of her appearing like that in the Row!" "It becomes her." The voice was Nora's, sharp and impatient.
"It is theatrical, like everything Connie does," said Mrs.Hooper severely.

"I beg that neither of you will copy her." Nora walked to the door opening on the back garden, and stood there frowning and smiling unseen.
* * * * * Meanwhile Joseph followed close at Connie's side, directing her, till they passed through various crowded streets, and left the railway behind.

Then trotting under a sunny sky, on a broad vacant road, they made for a line of hills in the middle distance.
The country was early June at its best.