She had felt superior to him then, and she felt superior to him now.
She wondered why he never looked towards her open window.

She did not know that in the slight commotion caused by their arrival at the inn that afternoon Winterborne had caught sight of her through the archway, had turned red, and was continuing his work with more concentrated attention on the very account of his discovery.

Robert Creedle, too, who travelled with Giles, had been incidentally informed by the hostler that Dr.Fitzpiers and his young wife were in the hotel, after which news Creedle kept shaking his head and saying to himself, "Ah!" very audibly, between his thrusts at the screw of the cider-press.
"Why the deuce do you sigh like that, Robert ?" asked Winterborne, at last.
"Ah, maister--'tis my thoughts--'tis my thoughts!...Yes, ye've lost a hundred load o' timber well seasoned; ye've lost five hundred pound in good money; ye've lost the stone-windered house that's big enough to hold a dozen families; ye've lost your share of half a dozen good wagons and their horses--all lost!--through your letting slip she that was once yer own!" "Good God, Creedle, you'll drive me mad!" said Giles, sternly.

"Don't speak of that any more!" Thus the subject had ended in the yard.

Meanwhile, the passive cause of all this loss still regarded the scene.