He felt almost as if it were a dream that he was walking thus, serving the woman he loved; but even as he brooded on the dreamlike strangeness of it, his mind was doing its practical work.

If Winifred and Mrs.Martha were in the vehicle he had seen, what time they would gain while driving on the road they would be apt to lose by their feebleness on the mountain path, which he and Sophia could ascend so much more lightly.
Wherever their goal, and whatever their purpose, he was sanguine that he would find and stop them before they joined the main party.

He communicated the grounds of this hope to his companion.

His heart was sore for his lady's tears.

He had never before seen her weep.