She shook her head. "No; I've lived here so little, you see. What is she like?"
"A beauty, with blue eyes and yellow hair."
"Indeed? And are they happy?" He laughed. "They are in love—or were, six months ago."
"You are cynical. But do they live at the Hall?"
"Not yet. Your grandfather has not spoken to Will since the marriage, and that was last August."
"Where, under heaven, do they live, then?"
"On a little farm he has given them adjoining Sol's. I believe he means that they shall raise tobacco for a living."
She made a gesture of distress. "Oh, I ought to have come home long ago!"
"What difference would that have made: you could have done nothing. A thunderbolt falling at his feet doesn't sober a man when he is in love."
"I might have helped—one never knows. At least I should have been at my post, for, after all, the ties of blood are the strongest claims we have."