“Oh, that is what is the matter with her, is it? Well, tell her Le must console himself with Wynnette! Oh, it will all come right! I am quite confident that it will all come right!” happily concluded the honest squire, rising to leave the room.
He stooped and kissed his wife and then went out whistling an old hunting tune.
CHAPTER XI
FATHER AND DAUGHTER
He went to the stables, mounted his cob and ambled all over his plantation, looking after such work as could only go on at this season of the year—mending of fences, repair of outbuildings, of agricultural implements, and so forth.
Then he came back to the house and hung about it in hope of meeting his daughter.
At length, about noon, he saw her out on the lawn, warmly clothed in her close-fitting brown cloth coat, and her quaint brown beaver poke bonnet tied down tightly as if for a walk in the wind on this bright, breezy December day.
He quickly slipped on his overcoat, snatched his hat and gloves, and hurried after her.
He overtook her just as she reached the east gate opening upon the path that led down to the shore.