They gazed in each other's eyes with a troubled expression.
"Do you think it was wise to sell that particular skin, which might be identified ?" she asked timidly.
Low knitted his arched brows, but felt a strange sense of relief.
"Perhaps not," he said carelessly; "but it's too late now to mend matters." That afternoon she wrote several letters, and tore them up.

One, however, she retained, and handed it to Low to post at Indian Spring, whither he was going.

She called his attention to the superscription being the same as the previous letter, and added, with affected gayety, "But if the answer isn't as prompt, perhaps it will be pleasanter than the last." Her quick feminine eye noticed a little excitement in his manner and a more studious attention to his dress.

Only a few days before she would not have allowed this to pass without some mischievous allusion to his mysterious sweetheart; it troubled her greatly now to find that she could not bring herself to this household pleasantry, and that her lip trembled and her eye grew moist as he parted from her.
The afternoon passed slowly; he had said he might not return to supper until late, nevertheless a strange restlessness took possession of her as the day wore on.

She put aside her work, the darning of his stockings, and rambled aimlessly through the woods.