A RASH PROMISE A few days before he started for England, Festing went over to Charnock's homestead, which was shortly to be sold.

The evenings were getting light, and although Festing had finished his day's work before he left the bridge, the glow of sunset flooded Charnock's living-room.
The strong red light searched out the signs of neglect and dilapidation, the broken boots and harness that needed mending, the dust sticking to the resin-stains on the cracked walls, and the _gumbo_ soil on the dirty floor.

As Charnock glanced up a level ray touched his face and showed a certain sensual coarseness that one missed when the light was normal.
Festing, however, knew the look, and although he had not remarked it when he first met Charnock, thought it had always been there.
The change he had noted in his friend was only on the surface.

Charnock had not really deteriorated in Canada; the qualities that had brought him down had been overlaid by a spurious grace and charm, but it now looked as if moral slackness might develop into active vice.

On the whole, he thought Sadie would have trouble with Bob, but this was not his business.
"I've come to say good-bye," he remarked.