Melva's face was still red as a tomato when the coachman opened the carriage's door for Vance to enter. She was embarrassed for having such an improper thought and unable to lift her head to meet his eyes for fear that he would notice what was in her mind. He took his seat next to her in the carriage and commanded the coachman to return home.
She stole a glance at him while he was opening the curtains to stare out the window. His hair was disheveled and the clothes were wrinkled, probably because of his haste in putting them on. He was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing this morning. Did that mean he had taken off his clothes first and put them in the carriage before shifting and pursuing her into the forest?
"Why did you run off by yourself like that?" asked Vance as the carriage departed.
