It is a dreadful day when for the first time to a young man or maiden, any shadow of God, however unworthy, begins to tremble.
* * * * * He understood presently, however, what an elder man, or a less childish, would have understood at once--that these things must be dealt with one by one, and that that which lay nearest to his hand was his own fault.
Even then he fought with his conscience; he told himself that no lad of spirit could tolerate such insults against his love, to say nothing of the injustice against himself that had gone before; but, being honest, he presently inquired of what spirit such a lad would be--not of that spirit which Marjorie would approve, nor the gentle-eyed priest he had spoken with....
Well, the event was certain with such as Robin, and he was presently standing at the door of his room, his boots drawn off and laid aside, listening, with a heart beating in his ears to hinder him, for any sound from beneath.

He did not know whether his father were abed or not.

If not, he must ask his pardon at once.
He went downstairs at last, softly, to the parlour, and peeped in.

All was dark, except for the glimmer from the stove, and his heart felt lightened.

Then, as he was cold with his long vigil outside his bed, he stirred the embers into a blaze and stood warming himself.
How strange and passionless, he thought, looked this room, after the tempest that had raged in it just now.