Osborn resolved to watch the girl and then insist on a reckoning if she gave him grounds for doing so.
He went down and carried out his hospitable duties.

Next morning he arranged for a day's shooting; the snow had nearly gone and there were a few pheasants left in Redmire wood.

The party started early, taking their lunch, and in the afternoon Grace left Tarnside and walked down the dale.
She had no particular object, but the day was fine and she wondered whether Kit had brought all the peat from Malton Head.
There was no wind and the frost was not keen.

Gray clouds trailed across the sky that was touched with yellow in the west, and soft, elusive lights played about the dale.

Patches of snow on the fellsides gleamed and faded; mossy belts glowed vivid green, red berries in the hedgerows shone among withered leaves and fern, and then the light passed on and left the valley dim.