She was holding her father's arm and gazing absently at the dim fields stretching away beyond the garden.
At the same time Mr.James Hardy, feeling, despite his bold front, somewhat badly snubbed, was sitting on the beach thinking over the situation.

After a quarter of an hour in the company of Kate Nugent all else seemed sordid and prosaic; his own conduct in his attempt to save her brother from the consequences of his folly most sordid of all.

He wondered, gloomily, what she would think when she heard of it.
[Illustration: "He wondered, gloomily, what she would think when she heard of it."] He rose at last and in the pale light of the new moon walked slowly along towards the town.

In his present state of mind he wanted to talk about Kate Nugent, and the only person who could be depended upon for doing that was Samson Wilks.

It was a never-tiring subject of the steward's, and since his discovery of the state of Hardy's feelings in that quarter the slightest allusion was sufficient to let loose a flood of reminiscences.
It was dark by the time Hardy reached the alley, and in most of the houses the lamps were lit behind drawn blinds.