"Quite well, thank you."

He then raised his eyes, and looking as unconcernedly as he could,
resumed his former attitude, and began some trifling conversation; but
whatever effort he made to appear the same as before, there was some
constraint, or some difference in his voice and manner, which the young
lady perceived--her voice immediately changed and faltered--he spoke
quickly--both spoke at the same time, without knowing what either said
or what they said themselves--their eyes met, and both were silent--Miss
Hauton blushed deeply. He saw that his conjecture was right, and she
saw, by Godfrey's countenance, that her secret was discovered: her eyes
fell, she grew pale, and instantly fainted. Lady Oldborough came to her
assistance, but she was too helpless a fine lady to be of the least use:
she could only say that it must be the heat of the room, and that she
should faint herself in another moment.

Godfrey whispered to his mother--and Miss Hauton was carried into the open
air. Lady Oldborough and her smelling-bottle followed. Godfrey, leaving the
young lady with them, returned quickly to the supper-room, to prevent any
one from intruding upon her. He met Buckhurst Falconer and Colonel Hauton
at the door, and stopped them with assurances that Miss Hauton had all the
assistance she could want.

"I'll tell you what she wants," cried the Colonel to Buckhurst; "a jaunt to
Cheltenham, which would do her and me, too, a d--d deal of good; for now
the races are over, what the devil shall we do with ourselves here? I'll
rattle Maria off the day after to-morrow in my phaeton. No--Buckhurst, my
good fellow, I'll drive you in the phaeton, and I'll make Lady Oldborough
take Maria in the coach."