His own horse was held by a groom on the other side of the carriage.

There was nothing to do but to wait till the young lady had passed.

He drew to one side.
Miss Merton descended.

There was just time for Marsham to notice an extravagant hat, smothered in ostrich feathers, a large-featured, rather handsome face, framed in a tangled mass of black hair, a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to take in hungrily all they saw--the old hall, the butler, and himself, as he stood in the shadow.

He heard the new guest speak to the butler about her luggage.