"And the man she is talking to ?" "That's Mr.Winterborne." A redness stole into Marty's face as she mentioned Giles's name, which Mrs.Charmond did not fail to notice informed her of the state of the girl's heart.

"Are you engaged to him ?" she asked, softly.
"No, ma'am," said Marty.

"SHE was once; and I think--" But Marty could not possibly explain the complications of her thoughts on this matter--which were nothing less than one of extraordinary acuteness for a girl so young and inexperienced--namely, that she saw danger to two hearts naturally honest in Grace being thrown back into Winterborne's society by the neglect of her husband.

Mrs.Charmond, however, with the almost supersensory means to knowledge which women have on such occasions, quite understood what Marty had intended to convey, and the picture thus exhibited to her of lives drifting away, involving the wreck of poor Marty's hopes, prompted her to more generous resolves than all Melbury's remonstrances had been able to stimulate.
Full of the new feeling, she bade the girl good-afternoon, and went on over the stumps of hazel to where Grace and Winterborne were standing.
They saw her approach, and Winterborne said, "She is coming to you; it is a good omen.

She dislikes me, so I'll go away." He accordingly retreated to where he had been working before Grace came, and Grace's formidable rival approached her, each woman taking the other's measure as she came near.
"Dear--Mrs.Fitzpiers," said Felice Charmond, with some inward turmoil which stopped her speech.