I soothed him as well as I could.
Mrs. Dodd was puffing behind us. She had insisted upon following with the guns, although Lady Wakely and the two other elderly women had driven back to Ledstone.
The yellow paradise plume and bright-blue dress made a glowing spot of color on the brown, ploughed field.
Miss Springle tripped gayly along in front with Mr. Dodd, coquettishly tapping him on the arm and looking up in his face.
Giggles of laughter were wafted back to us. Miss Springle is a rather pretty girl, with thick black hair.
Antony strode forward and joined us. Augustus dropped behind to speak to Wilks.
"You must stand with me," Antony said, "I will protect you as well as I can, and the chances are against the shot coming my way twice in one day."
He was so gay. Never have I had so delightful a walk. I cannot write down what he said. If I try to remember his words, I cannot. It is the general impression they leave behind, rather than any actual sentence I can recall, which makes me feel his wit is like grandmamma's, and it reveals all the time his great knowledge of books, and people, and the world. And there is a lightness which makes one feel how strong and deep must be the under-current.
My spirits always rise when I am with him.
Soon we arrived at the hedge we were to stand behind.