"Take care, Richard. She would probably jump to have you. I know what girls are! But how is that poor girl Susan Hartshorne getting on?" "Really, Deb, do you know I think she has been looking much brighter lately. I have observed this within the last week or so--there is a decided change for the better. She has lost nearly all that frightened look she used to have; and I would not be surprised if she eventually recovered her mind. It's a sad pity, Deb, bless my soul! a sad pity! She was a nice child--confound that old woman! and she's now such an interesting-looking girl--a sad pity that old hag frightened her senses away." "What do you think is the reason of this change in her?" asked Deborah. "Well, I can hardly tell, Deb; you see, Tom has been down, and there's that friend of his, too--don't like him--and she has seen more company than usual--all these things may have something to do with it; but I think that the improvement is all due to that new governess, Miss Kingscott--by Jove! she is a fine girl if you like, a--" "Take care, Richard, take care!" she said, as Doctor Jolly went out of the room, after poking about vainly in every direction for his gloves. He mounted his horse which the groom held at the door, and as he rode away, he murmured to himself, "Dooced fine girl! I wouldn't be surprised if the artful jade caught me after all!" And off he cantered down the street, bowing affably, and waving his hand with a cordial "How-de-do!" to everyone he met, for he knew everybody, on his way to Hartwood. Volume 1, Chapter IX. AN OLD CAMPAIGNER. The London season had ended: so Lady Inskip, having packed up her baggage waggons, gathered her _impedimenta_ around her, and mustered her forces, consisting of her two grown-up daughters, her only son, a young imp of twelve summers; her maid, a knowing abigail; and lastly, though by no means least, herself--put her regiment in marching order; and sallied down with metaphorical bands playing and colours flying to the quiet little watering place of Bigton, to prosecute a sort of son-in-law-hunting war during the summer solstice.