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Honora's thoughts as she sat now at the piano watching him, flew back unexpectedly to the summer at Silverdale when she had met him, and she tried to imagine, the genial and boyish representative of finance that he was then. In the midst of this effort he looked up and discovered her. "What are you doing over there, Honora?" he asked. "Thinking," she answered.
The prairie hay was gathered, harvest had not come, and for the last few weeks Winston, with his hired men from the bush of Ontario, had toiled at the bridge with a tireless persistency which had somewhat astonished the gentlemen farmers of Silverdale.
For the rest, M'Adam would never have won over the sheep-infested marches alone with his convoy had it not been for the help of old Saunderson and Shep, who caught him on the way and aided him. It was in a very wrathful mood that on his way home he turned into the Dalesman's Daughter in Silverdale.
Holt, with a touch of dignity for ere now people had left Silverdale before she wished them to "of course, if you do not care to stay, that is quite another thing." "Oh, Mrs. Holt, don't say that!" cried Honora, her face burning; "I cannot thank you enough for the pleasure you have given me. If if things were different, I would stay with you gladly, although I should miss my family.
Holt, however, shook her head and regarded Honora, and her next remark might have been taken as a clew to her thoughts. "But we are not very gay at Silverdale, Honora." Honora's quick intuition detected the implication of a frivolity which even her sensible aunt had not been able to eradicate. "Oh, Mrs. Holt," she cried, "I shall be so happy here, just seeing things and being among you.
"He is also sufficient to cause any man with my responsibilities considerable anxiety." Maud Barrington looked thoughtful. "You fancy he will come to Silverdale?" Barrington appeared to be repressing an inclination towards vigorous speech with some difficulty, and a little glint crept into his eyes. "If I could by any means prevent it, the answer would be, No.
Holt, with a touch of dignity for ere now people had left Silverdale before she wished them to "of course, if you do not care to stay, that is quite another thing." "Oh, Mrs. Holt, don't say that!" cried Honora, her face burning; "I cannot thank you enough for the pleasure you have given me. If if things were different, I would stay with you gladly, although I should miss my family.
"When time has done its work, and Colonel Barrington asks me, if I can buy land enough to give me a standing at Silverdale." "That," said Dane, "will need a good many dollars, and you insisted on flinging those you had away. How are you going to make them?" "I don't know," said Winston simply. "Still, by some means it will be done."
Spence glanced around him expressively, and then looked at her with a slight smile. The action and the smile to which she could not refrain from responding seemed to establish a tacit understanding between them. It was natural that he should look upon Silverdale as a slow place, and there was something delicious in his taking, for granted that she shared this opinion.
"Although I have never had the pleasure of meeting you before, I have acted as Colonel Barrington's legal adviser ever since he settled at Silverdale, and am, therefore, well posted as to his affairs, which are, of course, connected with those of your own family," said the lawyer.
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