Her gesture checked him.

It was so eloquent of aversion.

He paused in his advance, stifled his better feelings, and turned once more, relentless.

The door opened and old Walters stood awaiting his commands.
"Mistress Westmacott is leaving," he informed his servant, and bowed low and formally in farewell before her.

She passed out without another word, the old butler following, and presently through the door that remained open came Trenchard, in quest of Mr.Wilding who stood bemused.
Nick sauntered in, his left eye almost hidden by the rakish cock of his hat, one hand tucked away under the skirts of his plum-coloured coat, the other supporting the stem of a long clay pipe, at which he was pulling thoughtfully.