Of course the two fell out, but without many words.

Kester persevered in his old ways, making light of Philip and his books in manner and action, till at length Philip withdrew from the contest.

'Many a man may lead a horse to water, but there's few can make him drink,' and Philip certainly was not one of those few.

Kester, indeed, looked upon him with jealous eyes on many accounts.

He had favoured Charley Kinraid as a lover of Sylvia's; and though he had no idea of the truth--though he believed in the drowning of the specksioneer as much as any one--yet the year which had elapsed since Kinraid's supposed death was but a very short while to the middle-aged man, who forgot how slowly time passes with the young; and he could often have scolded Sylvia, if the poor girl had been a whit less heavy at heart than she was, for letting Philip come so much about her--come, though it was on her father's business.