She did not apparently try to, she did not do or say anything to the purpose; but she evinced such consternation at the sight of his tears, that stronger thoughts came.

He put aside his trouble, and helped her to mount her horse.
They rode along the beach slowly together.

She was content to go slowly.
She looked physically too exhausted to ride fast.

Even yet probably, within her heart, the conflict was going forward that had only been well begun in her brief solitude of the sand valley.
Caius looked at her from time to time with feelings of fierce indignation and dejection.

The indignation was against Le Maitre, the dejection was wholly upon his own account; for he felt that his plan of help had failed, and that where he had hoped to give strength and comfort, he had only, in utter weakness, exacted pity.