That goodnight's kiss should have brought Dorian back to Carlia sooner than it did; but it was nearly a month before he saw her again.

The fact that it was the busiest time of the year was surely no adequate excuse for this neglect.

Harvest was on again, and the dry-farm called for much of his attention.

Dorian prospered, and he had no time to devote to the girls, so he thought, and so he said, when occasion demanded expression.
One evening while driving through the city and seeing the lights of the moving picture theatre, he was reminded of his promise to Carlia.

His conscience pricked him just a little, so the very next evening he drove up to Farmer Duke's.