Faith was as pale as when she had met Eglington.

As she came nearer, Luke Claridge said, in a low voice: "How do I find thee in this company, Faith ?" There was reproach unutterable in his voice, in his face.

He seemed humiliated and shamed, though all the while a violent spirit in him was struggling for the mastery.
"As I came this way to visit my sister's grave I met my lord by the mill.

He spoke to me, and, as I wished a favour of him, I walked with him thither--but a little way.

I was going to visit my sister's grave." "Thy sister's grave!" The fire flamed up again, but the masterful will chilled it down, and he answered: "What secret business can thee have with any of that name which I have cast out of knowledge or notice ?" Ignorant as he was of the old man's cause for quarrel or dislike, Eglington felt himself aggrieved, and, therefore, with an advantage.
"You had differences with my father, sir," he said.