And with good-bys they bestrode their horses and were gone.

I began to have ominous reflections.
I went to the hut and asked Zoe what Lamborn had been saying to her.

She laughed and seemed reluctant to tell me.

I pressed her then; and she said that he had followed her through the house and tried to kiss her; that she had come around to the front door so as to be in sight of Douglas and me; then that Lamborn had taken the fiddle down and had begun to play it.
All the possibilities of Lamborn's attitude dawned on me instantly.

How dearly might I pay in some way for my father's desire to be rich! If Douglas had taken his initial hurt in life from his uncle's failure to educate him, I had begun the weaving of my destiny with these threads which my father had bequeathed to me.