You were right, Peachy dear, I'm not myself to-day. I am cold and my heart action is uncommon feeble, so I think I'd best not stay to worry you. Maybe I'll be coming back to the farm some day when I'm feeling different.
Your respectful
Ambrose.
However, safe on the road, Ambrose, looking back and catching a far image of Peachy with his letter in her hand, decided that never again should he return to the Red Farm. For not only was Ambrose fleeing, but knew the reason why. Peachy was a manager, and had that moment in the parlour before dinner been longer—well, thank God and old Liza, he was still free.
"Good Lord, deliver me!" the boy prayed, though being a good Baptist he knew no litany save that of his own soul.
CHAPTER IV
"Even so, Love, even so!
Whither thou goest, I will go."
So the boy continued driving on and on, loitering in the faint sweet-smelling May afternoon.
At first after having left the farm his heart had been troubled and his mind uneasy, burdened by an unconscious wave of sex weariness.