But she did not come, nor appear again in the window.

She stood well around the curtain and peeped; but he did not know that, and presently he went away.
When he passed the tavern Dexter Beers hailed him.

"Say, anythin' wrong to the parson's ?" "No," returned Eugene, sharply, and strode on.
"Didn't know but you see smoke, you were lookin' up at the house so stiddy," called Beers, conciliatingly; but Eugene swung down the road without another look.

All his grace of manner was forgot in the stir of passion within him.

What had Dorothy Fair meant by that look?
Was she betrothed to Burr Gordon?
Was she playing with him for her own amusement?
And what was he to do, what could he do, for the sake of his love, with honor?
Eugene left the road after he had cleared the village, and struck off across the fields for a long tramp through snowy solitudes as well known to him as, and better suited to him for perplexed thoughts than, any place in his home.