"I cannot very well ride in anything else."
"Are you going to ride?"
"So it is arranged, ma'am. It will be infinitely less tiresome than going in any other way."
"Tiresome!" echoed Mrs. Powle. "But what will Lady Rythdale say to you in a riding-habit."
"Mamma, I have very little notion what she would say to me in anything."
"I will tell you what you must do, Eleanor. You must change your dress after you get there."
"No, mamma—I cannot. Mr. Carlisle has arranged to have me go in a riding-habit. It is his responsibility. I will not have any fuss of changing, nor pay anybody so much of a compliment."
"It will not be liked, Eleanor."
"It will follow my fate, mamma, whatever that is."
"You are a wilful girl. You are fallen into just the right hands. You will be managed now, for once."