He bent to her formally.
Carinthia's words were: 'Adieu, my lord.' 'I have only to say, that Esslemont is ready to receive you,' he remarked, bowed more curtly, and walked out...
Gower followed him.

They might as well have been silent, for any effect from what was uttered between them.

They spoke opinions held by each of them--adverse mainly; speaking for no other purpose than to hold their positions.
'Oh, she has courage, no doubt; no one doubted it,' Fleetwood said, out of all relation to the foregoing.
Courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting in him.
Had that been done, even to the hint of it, instead of the lordly indifference shown, Gower might have ventured on a suggestion, that the priceless woman he could call wife was fast slipping away from him and withering in her allegiance.

He did allude to his personal sentiment.
'One takes aim at Philosophy; Lady Fleetwood pulls us up to pay tribute to our debts.' But this was vague, and his hearer needed a present thunder and lightning to shake and pierce him.
'I pledged myself to that yacht,' said Fleetwood, by way of reply, 'or you and I would tramp it, as we did once-jolly old days! I shall have you in mind.

Now turn back.