She had simply abstained from her argument because she did not choose to be vexed, and had declared her continued purpose of seeing Eames on his promised visit.

Crosbie would have had her acknowledge herself wrong, and would have delighted in the privilege of forgiving her.

But Lily Dale was one who did not greatly relish forgiveness, or any necessity of being forgiven.

So they rode on, if not in silence, without much joy in their conversation.

It was now late on the Monday afternoon, and Crosbie was to go early on the Wednesday morning.