CHAPTER X.
BEGINNING TO SKETCH.
The next morning when Gabriel declared that he was perfectly well and had better return, nobody opposed his departure.

Hope Wayne, indeed, ordered the carriage so readily that the poor boy's heart sank.

Yet Hope pitied Gabriel sincerely.

She wished he had not been injured, because then there would have been nobody guilty of injuring him; and she was quite willing he should go, because his presence reminded her too forcibly of what she wanted to forget.
The poor boy drove dismally away, thinking what a dreadful thing it is to be young.
After he had gone Hope Wayne sat upon the lawn reading.

Suddenly a shadow fell across the page, and looking up she saw Abel Newt standing beside her.