I told her I would never fail her again, and she forgave me, but I don't know what she'll do now.

She never forgives anybody who breaks his word--she's very queer about it.

That's what I came to see you about.

I haven't slept much nights, thinking it over, and so I had the mare saddled, as soon as it got light, hoping you would be home.

Todd thought you might be--he saw Dr.
Teackle's Joe, who said you were all coming to-day." Again there was a long pause, during which Temple continued to study the coals through his open fingers, the young man sitting hunched up in his chair, his handsome head dropped between his shoulders, his glossy chestnut hair, a-frouze with his morning ride, fringing his collar behind.
"Harry," said St.George, knocking the ashes slowly from his pipe on the edge of the fender, and turning his face for the first time toward him,--"didn't I hear something before I went away about a ball at your father's--or a dance--or something, when your engagement was to be announced ?" The boy nodded.
"And was it not to be something out of the ordinary ?" he continued, looking at the boy from under his eyelids--"Teackle certainly told me so--said that your mother had already begun to get the house in order--" Again Harry nodded--as if he had been listening to an indictment, every word of which he knew was true.
St.George roused himself and faced his guest: "And yet you took this time, Harry, to--" The boy threw up both hands in protest: "Don't!--DON'T! Uncle George! It's the ball that makes it all the worse.
That's why I've got no time to lose; that's why I've haunted this place waiting for you to get back.