"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."