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825 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1861
Then she sat herself down, and began to look her future world in the face. Two questions she had to ask. Would it be well for her that this marriage should take place? and would it be well for him? In an off-hand way she had already answered both questions; but she had done so by feeling rather than by thought.
No doubt she would gain much in the coming struggle by such a position as Sir Peregrine would give her. It did seem to her that Mr. Dockwrath and Joseph Mason would hardly dare to bring such a charge as that threatened against the wife of Sir Peregrine Orme. And then, too, what evidence as to character would be so substantial as the evidence of such a marriage? But how would Mr. Furnival [her lawyer] bear it, and if he were offended would it be possible that the fight should be fought without him? No; that would be impossible. The lawyer's knowledge, experience, and skill were as necessary to her as the baronet's position and character. But why should Mr. Furnival be offended by such a marriage? "She did not know," she said to herself. "She could not see that there should be cause of offence." But yet some inner whisper of her conscience told her that there would be offence. Must Mr. Furnival be told; and must he be told at once?
"May we go as far as the wood?" said Miss Furnival to Augustus [Stavely]. "Without being made to ride over hedges, I mean."
"Oh, dear, yes; and ride about the wood half the day. It will be an hour and a half before a fox will break—even if he ever breaks."
"Dear me! how tired you will be of us. Now do say something pretty, Mr. Staveley."
"It's not my métier. We shall be tired, not of you, but of the thing. Galloping up and down the same cuts in the wood for an hour and a half is not exciting; nor does it improve the matter much if we stand still, as one should do by rights."
"That would be very slow."
"You need not be afraid. They never do here. Everybody will be rushing about as though the very world depended on their galloping."
"I'm so glad; that's just what I like."
"Everybody except Lord Alston, Miss Tristram, and, the other old stagers. They will husband their horses, and come out as fresh at two o'clock as though they were only just out. There is nothing so valuable as experience in hunting."
"Do you think it nice seeing a young lady with so much hunting knowledge?"
"Now you want me to talk slander, but I won't do it. I admire the Miss Tristrams exceedingly, and especially Julia."
"And which is Julia?"
"The youngest; that one riding by herself."
"And why don't you go and express your admiration?"
"Ah, me! why don't we all express the admiration that we feel, and pour sweet praises into the ears of the lady that excites it? Because we are cowards, Miss Furnival, and are afraid even of such a weak thing as a woman."
"Dear me! I should hardly have thought that you would suffer from such terror as that."
"Because you don't quite know me, Miss Furnival."
"And Miss Julia Tristram is the lady that has excited it?"
"If it be not she, it is some other fair votary of Diana at present riding into Monkton Wood."
"Ah, now you are giving me a riddle to guess, and I never guess riddles. I won't even try at it. But they all seem to be stopping."
"Yes, they are putting the hounds into covert. Now if you want to show yourself a good sportsman, look at your watch. You see that Julia Tristram has got hers in her hand."
"What's that for?"
"To time the hounds; to see how long they'll be before they find. It's very pretty work in a small gorse, but in a great wood like this I don't care much for being so accurate. But for heaven's sake don't tell Julia Tristram; I should not have a chance if she thought I was so slack."