CHAPTER XXXIV.
It was at the beginning of April, a few days after the meeting between Grace and Mrs.Charmond in the wood, that Fitzpiers, just returned from London, was travelling from Sherton-Abbas to Hintock in a hired carriage.

In his eye there was a doubtful light, and the lines of his refined face showed a vague disquietude.

He appeared now like one of those who impress the beholder as having suffered wrong in being born.
His position was in truth gloomy, and to his appreciative mind it seemed even gloomier than it was.

His practice had been slowly dwindling of late, and now threatened to die out altogether, the irrepressible old Dr.Jones capturing patients up to Fitzpiers's very door.

Fitzpiers knew only too well the latest and greatest cause of his unpopularity; and yet, so illogical is man, the second branch of his sadness grew out of a remedial measure proposed for the first--a letter from Felice Charmond imploring him not to see her again.