The Squire watched him and made no attempt to disturb the deep reverie in which the young clergyman remained.

At last the great grey eyes turned from the fire, and Rivers sat up in his chair, as he said, "You must have seen how inconsiderately I have allowed my depression to dismiss the courtesies of life.

I owe you and my dear Mrs.
Penhallow both an apology and an explanation."-- "But really, Mark--" "Oh, let me go on.

I have long wanted to talk myself out, and as often my courage has failed.

I have had a most unhappy life, Penhallow.