A half-hour later they two were on their way to the farmhouse, the work of despoiling going on in the Manor behind them.

Ferrol walked with an easy, half-languid step, even a gay sort of courage in his bearing.

The liquor he had drunk brought the colour to his lips.

They were now hot and red, and his eyes had a singular feverish brilliancy, in keeping with the hectic flush on his cheek.

He had dismissed the subject of his illness almost immediately, and Christine's adaptable nature had instantly responded to his mood.
He asked her questions about the country-side, of their neighbours, of the way they lived, all in an easy, unintrusive way, winning her confidence and provoking her candour.
Two or three times, however, her face suddenly flushed with the memory of the scene in the Manor, and her first real awakening to her social insufficiency; for she of all the family had been least careful to see herself as others might see her.