I couldn't understand that once.' Their eyes were on the countess and her escort in advance.

Gower's praises of her mistress's peculiar beauty set the girl compassionately musing.

His eloquence upon the beauty was her clue.
Carinthia and Mr.Wythan started at a sharp trot in the direction of the pair of ponies driven by a groom along the curved decline of the narrow roadway.

His whip was up for signal.
It concerned the house and the master of it.

His groom drove rapidly down, while he hurried on the homeward way, as a man will do, with the dread upon him that his wife's last breath may have been yielded before he can enfold her.
Carinthia walked to be overtaken, not daring to fever her blood at a swifter pace; 'lamed with an infant,' the thought recurred.
'She is very ill, she has fainted, she lies insensible,' Madge heard from her of Mrs.Wythan.