She turned in at the same place without having seen either Melbury or apparently Fitzpiers.

Melbury was soon at the spot, despite his aches and his sixty years.

Mrs.Charmond had come up with the doctor, who was standing immediately behind the carriage.

She had turned to him, her arm being thrown carelessly over the back of the seat.

They looked in each other's faces without uttering a word, an arch yet gloomy smile wreathing her lips.
Fitzpiers clasped her hanging hand, and, while she still remained in the same listless attitude, looking volumes into his eyes, he stealthily unbuttoned her glove, and stripped her hand of it by rolling back the gauntlet over the fingers, so that it came off inside out.