As it is, if I had my way, I'd restock with Western ruffed-grouse; cut out that pheasantry altogether, and try to breed our own native game-bird--" "What! You can't breed ruffed-grouse in captivity!" "I've done it, sir," said young Hastings modestly.
That night, over the plans, Portlaw voiced his distrust of Hastings and mourned aloud for Malcourt.
"That infernal Louis," he complained, waving his fat cigar, "hasn't written one line to me in a week! What the deuce is he doing down there in town?
I won't stand it! The ice is out and Wayward and Cuyp and Vetchen are coming up for the fishing; and Mrs.Ascott, perhaps, is coming, and Miss Palliser, and, I hope, Miss Suydam; that makes our eight for Bridge, you see, with you and me.

If Louis were here I'd have three others--but I can't ask anybody else until I know." "Perhaps you'll get a telegram when the buckboard returns from Pride's Fall," said Hamil quietly.

He, too, had been waiting for a letter that had not come.

Days were lengthening into weeks since his departure from the South; and the letter he taught himself to expect had never come.
That she would write sooner or later he had dared believe at first; and then, as day after day passed, belief faded into hope; and now the colours of hope were fading into the gray tension of suspense.
He had written her every day, cheerful, amusing letters of current commonplaces which now made up his life.

In them was not one hint of love--no echo of former intimacy, nothing of sadness, or regret, only a friendly sequence of messages, of inquiries, of details recounting the events of the days as they dawned and faded through the silvery promise of spring in the chill of the Northern hills.
Every morning and evening the fleet little Morgans came tearing in from Pride's Fall with the big leather mail-bag, which bore Portlaw's initials in metal, bulging with letters, newspapers, magazines for Portlaw; and now and then a slim envelope for him from his aunt, or letters, bearing the Palm Beach post-mark, from contractors on the Cardross estate, or from his own superintendent.