But the smile faded as she said--'They have gone out to the reapers.

Oh, this farm will worry him out of his life! How I wish he had never bought it! Don't let Alick have anything to do with farms or land, dear, when you are married.' The girl laughed, sat down, took her hand, and asked if matters were really so serious.
'It is not so much the money I trouble about,' said the wife.

'It is Cecil himself.

His nature is too fine for these dull clods.

You know him, dear; his mind is full of art--look at these glasses--of music and pictures.
Why, he has just been reading "Antony and Cleopatra," and now he's gone to look after reapers.