And the carriage rolled on, leaving her there, crouched on the kerbstone, gazing after it with something between a laugh and a moan.
Nobody touched her. Perhaps some had heard of her; a few might even have seen her—driving through Norton Bury in her pristine state, as the young 'squire's handsome wife—the charming Lady Caroline.
I was so absorbed in the sickening sight, that I did not perceive how John and Ursula, standing behind me, had seen it likewise—evidently seen and understood it all.
"What is to be done?" she whispered to him.
"What ought we to do?"
Here Maud came running out to see what was amiss in the street.
"Go in, child," said Mrs. Halifax, sharply. "Stay till I fetch you."
Lady Oldtower also advanced to the door; but catching some notion of what the disturbance was, shocked and scandalised, retired into the shop again.
John looked earnestly at his wife, but for once she did not or would not understand his meaning; she drew back uneasily.
"What must be done?—I mean, what do you want me to do?"