For the darkness of their common dread drew them together, occasionally to the comparative exclusion of Bell and Kester, which the latter perceived and resented.

Kester even allowed himself to go so far as to wonder what Philip could want with all the money, which to him seemed unaccountable; and once or twice the ugly thought crossed his mind, that shops conducted by young men were often not so profitable as when guided by older heads, and that some of the coin poured into Philip's keeping might have another destination than the defence of his master.

Poor Philip! and he was spending all his own, and more than all his own money, and no one ever knew it, as he had bound down his friendly bankers to secrecy.
Once only Kester ventured to speak to Sylvia on the subject of Philip.

She had followed her cousin to the field just in front of their house, just outside the porch, to ask him some question she dared not put in her mother's presence--( Bell, indeed, in her anxiety, usually absorbed all the questions when Philip came)--and stood, after Philip had bid her good-by, hardly thinking about him at all, but looking unconsciously after him as he ascended the brow; and at the top he had turned to take a last glance at the place his love inhabited, and, seeing her, he had waved his hat in gratified farewell.

She, meanwhile, was roused from far other thoughts than of him, and of his now acknowledged love, by the motion against the sky, and was turning back into the house when she heard Kester's low hoarse call, and saw him standing at the shippen door.
'Come hither, wench,' said he, indignantly; 'is this a time for courtin' ?' 'Courting ?' said she, drawing up her head, and looking back at him with proud defiance.
'Ay, courtin'! what other mak' o' thing is't when thou's gazin' after yon meddlesome chap, as if thou'd send thy eyes after him, and he making marlocks back at thee?
It's what we ca'ed courtin' i' my young days anyhow.