"IF WE'RE NOT TO BE MARRIED TELL ME" The rattle of the wheels over the loose, roughly laid cobble stones, and the swaying carriage hung on leathers, forbade talking.

Lavinia heard her companion's voice but she did not know what he was saying.

Not that it mattered for she was in too much of a flutter to heed anything but her own emotions, and these were so confused that they told her little.
Then Dorrimore's arm stole round her waist.

Well, this was not unnatural.

Would they not be soon man and wife?
The puzzle was that she had no feeling of response.