I thought it were him when I heerd of t' work about Darley; Kinraid--and coming fra' Newcassel, where Annie lived 'prentice--and I made inquiry, and it were t' same man.

But I'll say no more about him, for it stirs t' old Adam more nor I like, or is fitting.' Out of respect to him, Philip asked no more questions although there were many things that he fain would have known.

Both Coulson and he went silently and grimly through the remainder of their day's work.
Independent of any personal interest which either or both of them had or might have in Kinraid's being a light o' love, this fault of his was one with which the two grave, sedate young men had no sympathy.

Their hearts were true and constant, whatever else might be their failings; and it is no new thing to 'damn the faults we have no mind to.' Philip wished that it was not so late, or that very evening he would have gone to keep guard over Sylvia in her mother's absence--nay, perhaps he might have seen reason to give her a warning of some kind.

But, if he had done so, it would have been locking the stable-door after the steed was stolen.