"No," said Hawtrey, "there's no doubt of that."
His companion smiled again. "Well," she said drily, "I would like to think you were right about Harry; it would be a relief to me."
Hawtrey, who said nothing further, presently drove away, and soon after he did so Agatha approached Mrs. Hastings.
"There's something I must ask you," she said. "Has Gregory consented to take charge of Wyllard's farm?"
"He has," said her companion in her dryest tone.
Agatha's face flushed, and there was a flash in her eyes.
"Oh," she said, "it's almost insufferable!"
Then she turned and left Mrs. Hastings without another word.
She only saw Wyllard once again, and that was when he called at the homestead early one morning. He got down from the waggon where Dampier sat, and shook hands with her and Allen and Mrs. Hastings. Very few words were spoken, and she could not remember what she said, but when he swung himself up again and the waggon jolted away into the white prairie she went back to the house with her heart beating unpleasantly fast and a very curious feeling of depression.