He had therefore visited Middleton the previous night, a distance of at least five-and-thirty miles on horseback, there and back.
During the day she made some inquiries, and learned for the first time that Mrs.Charmond was staying at Middleton Abbey.

She could not resist an inference--strange as that inference was.
A few days later he prepared to start again, at the same time and in the same direction.

She knew that the state of the cottager who lived that way was a mere pretext; she was quite sure he was going to Mrs.
Charmond.

Grace was amazed at the mildness of the passion which the suspicion engendered in her.

She was but little excited, and her jealousy was languid even to death.