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It was true that Rachel heartily enjoyed these rides. Hitherto she had

been only allowed to go out under the escort of her tyrant the coachman,

who kept her in very strict discipline. She had not anticipated anything

much more lively with Fanny, her boys, and ponies; but Colonel Keith

had impressed on Conrade and Francis that they were their mother's prime

protectors, and they regarded her bridle-rein as their post, keeping

watch over her as if her safety depended on them, and ready to quarrel

with each other if the roads were too narrow for all three to go

abreast. And as soon as the colonel had ascertained that she and they

were quite sufficient to themselves, and well guarded by Coombe in the

rear, he ceased to regard himself as bound to their company, but he and

Rachel extended their rides in search of objects of interest. She liked

doing the honours of the county, and achieved expeditions which her

coachman had hitherto never permitted to her, in search of ruins, camps,

churches, and towers. The colonel had a turn for geology, though a

wandering life even with an Indian baggage-train had saved him from

incurring her contempt for collectors; but he knew by sight the

character of the conformations of rocks, and when they had mounted one

of the hills that surrounded Avonmouth, discerned by the outline whether

granite, gneiss, limestone, or slate formed the grander height beyond,

thus leading to schemes of more distant rides to verify the conjectures,

which Rachel accepted with the less argument, because sententious

dogmatism was not always possible on the back of a skittish black mare.

There was no concealing from herself that she was more interested by

this frivolous military society than by any she had ever previously met.

The want of comprehension of her pursuits in her mother's limited range

of acquaintance had greatly conduced both to her over-weening manner and

to her general dissatisfaction with the world, and for the first time

she was neither succumbed to, giggled at, avoided, nor put down with a

grave, prosy reproof. Certainly Alick Keith, as every one called him,

nettled her extremely by his murmured irony, but the acuteness of it was

diverting in such a mere lad, and showed that if he could only once be

roused, he might be capable of better things. There was an excitement

in his unexpected manner of seeing things that was engaging as well

as provoking; and Rachel never felt content if he were at Myrtlewood

without her seeing him, if only because she began to consider him as

more dangerous than his elder namesake, and so assured of his position

that he did not take any pains to assert it, or to cultivate Lady

Temple's good graces; he was simply at home and perfectly at ease with

her.