He gave them gold, but though they thanked him, they thanked him with a difference.

He felt it, and that more keenly than he might have felt a greater thing.

Could he not even give largesse like one to the manner born, or was it only that all the air was hostile?
He rode away.

From the saddle he could have seen the distant summer-house, but he forced himself not to look.
The lawn fell away behind him, and the trees hid the house.

The gleam of a white pillar kept with him for a while, but the driveway bent, and that too was hidden.