I don't doubt but that she will be all right soon....I wonder how she is this evening ?" He rose with the words, as if he had too long forgotten her personality in the excitement of her previsioned career.
They had sat till the evening was beginning to dye the garden brown, and now went towards Melbury's house, Giles a few steps in the rear of his old friend, who was stimulated by the enthusiasm of the moment to outstep the ordinary walking of Winterborne.

He felt shy of entering Grace's presence as her reconstituted lover--which was how her father's manner would be sure to present him--before definite information as to her future state was forthcoming; it seemed too nearly like the act of those who rush in where angels fear to tread.
A chill to counterbalance all the glowing promise of the day was prompt enough in coming.

No sooner had he followed the timber-merchant in at the door than he heard Grammer inform him that Mrs.Fitzpiers was still more unwell than she had been in the morning.

Old Dr.Jones being in the neighborhood they had called him in, and he had instantly directed them to get her to bed.

They were not, however, to consider her illness serious--a feverish, nervous attack the result of recent events, was what she was suffering from, and she would doubtless be well in a few days.
Winterborne, therefore, did not remain, and his hope of seeing her that evening was disappointed.