I must give up my intention of returning to Oxford, and marry before the end of the year.' The words had to his own ears a somewhat explosive sound.

They were uttered, however, and he was glad of it.

A purpose thus formulated he would not swerve from.

Of that his father too was well aware.
Mr.Athel rose from his seat, held the rolled-up magazine in both hands behind his back, and took a turn across a few yards of lawn.

Wilfrid sat still, leaning forward, watching his father's shadow.