He could discern the figure of a woman high up on the driving-seat of a phaeton, a groom being just visible behind.

Presently there was a slight scrape, then a scream.

Winterborne went across to the spot, and found the phaeton half overturned, its driver sitting on the heap of rubbish which had once been his dwelling, and the man seizing the horses' heads.

The equipage was Mrs.Charmond's, and the unseated charioteer that lady herself.
To his inquiry if she were hurt she made some incoherent reply to the effect that she did not know.

The damage in other respects was little or none: the phaeton was righted, Mrs.Charmond placed in it, and the reins given to the servant.