"What are they doing there?"
"Waitin' till spring, when they'll fetch their cattle up an' settle there."
"They want—Lydia—to keep house for them?" The old man writhed.
"Yes, God's sake, that's it! An' they want Liddy to marry a devil called Borotte, with a thousand cattle or so—Pito the courier told me yesterday. Pito saw her, an' he said she was white like a sheet, an' called out to him as he went by. Only half a lung I got, an' her boneset and camomile 'd save it for a bit, mebbe—mebbe!"
"It's clear," said Halby, "that they trespassed, and they haven't proved their right to her."
"Tonnerre, what a thinker!" said Pierre, mocking. Halby did not notice.
His was a solid sense of responsibility.
"She is of age?" he half asked, half mused.
"She's twenty-one," answered the old man, with difficulty.
"Old enough to set the world right," suggested Pierre, still mocking.
"She was forced away, she regarded you as her natural protector, she believed you her father: they broke the law," said the soldier.