"[...] Major Marsden frowned. He had been thinking the same thing, though he was fond of posing as a man devoid of sentiment; a not unusual affectation with those who are conscious of an over-soft heart. "I wonder what she is doing here," he said, kicking his heels viciously against the iron step of the carriage. A twinkle of mischief lurked in his companion's blue eyes as she replied: "'What are you doing here, my pretty maid?' 'Going a-marrying, sir, ' she said. [...]."