"Egad!" cried Randolph, embarrassed. "And so it was!"
He kissed the tips of the girl's fingers and the shadow in her face fled.
For the man's heart was good, and he had the manner of a gentleman. But it was Abner that she turned to in her dilemma.
"I forgot," she said, "and almost rode into the house. Do you think I could leave the horse here? He will stand if I drop the rein."
Then she went on to make her explanation. She wanted to see the old house that had been so long her home. This was the only opportunity, to-day, when all the countryside came to the dead man's burial. She thought she might come, too, although her motive was no tribute of respect.
She put her hand through Abner's arm and he looked down upon her, grave and troubled.
"My child," he said, "leave the horse where he stands and come with me, for my motive, also, is no tribute of respect; and you go with a better right than I do."
"I suppose," the girl hesitated, "that one ought to respect the dead, but this man—these men—I can not."
"Nor can I," replied my uncle. "If I do not respect a man when he is living, I shall not pretend to when he is dead. One does not make a claim upon my honor by going out of life."
They went up the avenue among the yellow poplar
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