The servant looked at her with vague misgivings.

"Are you not well, ma'am ?" "Quite well." The servant withdrew.
Mrs.Linley's chair happened to be near one of the windows, which commanded a view of the drive leading to the main entrance of the house.
A carriage had just arrived bringing holiday travelers to visit that part of Mount Morven which was open to strangers.

She watched them as they got out, talking and laughing, and looking about them.

Still shrinking instinctively from the first doubt of Herbert that had ever entered her mind, she found a refuge from herself in watching the ordinary events of the day.

One by one the tourists disappeared under the portico of the front door.