or some other admirer by the way; for as we went along, she kept wondering, "what Hatfield would do or say if we met him," &c., &c., as we passed Mr. Green's park-gates, she "wondered whether he was at home—great stupid blockhead;" as Lady Meltham's carriage passed us she "wondered what Mr. Harry was doing this fine day;" and then began to abuse his elder brother for being "such a fool as to get married and go and live in London."
"Why," said I, "I thought you wanted to live in London yourself."
"Yes, because it's so dull here; but then he makes it still duller by taking himself off; and if he were not married I might have him instead of that odious Sir Thomas."
Then, observing the prints of a horse's feet on the somewhat miry road, she "wondered whether it was a gentleman's horse," and finally concluded it was, for the impressions were too small to have been made by a "great, clumsy cart horse;" and then she "wondered who the rider could be," and whether we should meet him coming back, for she was sure he had only passed that morning; and lastly, when we entered the village and saw only a few of its humble inhabitants moving about,
