It was a plain travelling carriage, with a small quantity of luggage, apparently a lady's.

The vehicle came to the junction of the four ways half-a-minute before the carrier reached the same spot, and crossed directly in his front, proceeding by the lane on the other side.
Inside the carriage Stephen could just discern an elderly lady with a younger woman, who seemed to be her maid.

The road they had taken led to Stratleigh, a small watering-place sixteen miles north.
He heard the manor-house gates swing again, and looking up saw another person leaving them, and walking off in the direction of the parsonage.
'Ah, how much I wish I were moving that way!' felt he parenthetically.
The gentleman was tall, and resembled Mr.Swancourt in outline and attire.

He opened the vicarage gate and went in.

Mr.Swancourt, then, it certainly was.