“I should be glad of a direct answer, sir,” said David, restraining himself with an effort. “Has Mr Maddox told you downright that he will not let us have the field?”
“Yes, he has.”
Stephens’s face had lost its red flush, but his eyes still held their deep fire.
“Then God forgive you!” he said in a low passionate voice, opening out his hands slightly, and walking away with quick steps. Anthony did not look after him; he turned into the little path, and began to whistle with a certain sense of pleasure in his victory which was not checked by any pitiful misgivings.
Chapter Three.
“God Almighty first planted a garden; and indeed it is the purest of human pleasures.”
Bacon’s Essays.
As Anthony emerged from the little path under the fir-trees, he saw that Winifred and Marion were in the garden, and that Winifred was gardening, her gown drawn up, gauntleted gloves on her hands, and a trowel held with which she was at work.