Digby looked down at her and swiftly away again. He knew quite well that it was for this girl that he lingered so long in his friend's house, and there was bitterest envy in his heart.
Forrester had always been lucky. The best of this world's goods had always gone his way.
He had envied him for his business capabilities and gift of making money, but he envied him more now because he had this girl for his wife.
"Aren't the woods lovely?" Faith asked, with an effort to break the silence. "I've never seen anything quite so lovely."
"You must get Forrester to take you abroad," Digby said, stifling a sigh. "Have you ever been out of England?"
"No."
"Always lived in London?"
"Yes."
"You haven't really begun to live yet, then," he told her.
Their eyes met, and there was a queer, wistful look in the man's that brought the colour rushing to Faith's cheeks, though she hardly knew why. She stopped dead and looked back through the leafy wood.