But the thirst for emotion and sensation was the main force at work.

He could not make out what these religious people meant by their 'experiences,' and for the first time he wanted to make out.

So when it was proposed to him to meet at the smithy on a certain Saturday evening, he agreed.
Meanwhile, Louie was sitting up in bed every night, with her hands round her sharp knees, and her black brows knit over David's follies.

It seemed to her he no longer cared 'a haporth' about getting a letter from Mr.Ancrum, about going to Manchester, about all those entrancing anti-meat schemes which were to lead so easily to a paradise of free 'buying' for both of them.

Whenever she tried to call him back to these things he shook her off impatiently, and their new-born congeniality to each other had been all swamped in this craze for 'shoutin hollerin' people she despised with all her heart.