And there was something else to disturb me.

Dorothy had gained more than my passing interest.
Work was now my salvation, and I had plenty to do.

I had learned in this year a vast amount about running a farm; and I was blessed with excellent health.

But meanwhile Zoe! It was not long before it was certain that she was to bear a child; and it would not be many months or even weeks when she could not walk out or go to town without betraying her secret to the world.

But then what should the explanation be?
Should I tell what I knew?
Should I remain silent?
Except for engrossing duties, with time to think and brood, I should have been thrown into tortures with the possibilities.