She was lost, and when she had scolded back her senses, she found the others still waiting for the carriage, and Mr Elliot (always obliging) just setting off for Union Street on a commission of Mrs Clay's.
She now felt a great inclination to go to the outer door; she wanted to see if it rained.

Why was she to suspect herself of another motive?
Captain Wentworth must be out of sight.

She left her seat, she would go; one half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half, or always suspecting the other of being worse than it was.

She would see if it rained.

She was sent back, however, in a moment by the entrance of Captain Wentworth himself, among a party of gentlemen and ladies, evidently his acquaintance, and whom he must have joined a little below Milsom Street.