Those soft blue glances of Dorothy's came back to him so vividly that he seemed to see them anew whenever his eyes fell upon the way-side bushes, or the cloud-shadowed slopes of white fields, or the dark gaps of solitude between the forest pines.
For the first time a fierce insistence of his rights of love was upon him.

Straight to the village he went, and to Parson Fair's house.

But he did not enter; his madness was not great enough for that.

He did not enter, but he went past with a bold, searching look at all the windows and no pretence of indifference, and up the road a little way.

Then he returned and passed the house again, and looked again; and this time Dorothy's face showed between the dimity sweeps of her chamber curtains.