As yet she did not comprehend the extent of her husband's danger.

Sylvia went about like one in a dream, keeping back the hot tears that might interfere with the course of life she had prescribed for herself in that terrible hour when she first learnt all.

Every penny of money either she or her mother could save went to Philip.

Kester's hoard, too, was placed in Hepburn's hands at Sylvia's earnest entreaty; for Kester had no great opinion of Philip's judgment, and would rather have taken his money straight himself to Mr.Dawson, and begged him to use it for his master's behoof.
Indeed, if anything, the noiseless breach between Kester and Philip had widened of late.

It was seed-time, and Philip, in his great anxiety for every possible interest that might affect Sylvia, and also as some distraction from his extreme anxiety about her father, had taken to study agriculture of an evening in some old books which he had borrowed--_The Farmer's Complete Guide_, and such like; and from time to time he came down upon the practical dogged Kester with directions gathered from the theories in his books.