taciturn and moody. The work went badly. He disagreed with her at every point, and when she suggested that they stop an hour earlier than usual, he went off by himself, without asking her to go. She began to wonder whether his dislike of Strong was really serious and something to be taken cognizance of.
Jarvis strode off into the country in a state of nerves unknown before. A sleepless night and the irritation of the day’s work had played their havoc with him. He went over the thing again and again. Bambi and Strong loved each other—he stood in the way. Why should he not take himself out of the situation at once? “She married me for a whim; she will unmarry me the same way,” he reiterated to himself. “Why did she do it, in the first place, unless she cared something for me? But she told me she had no sentiment for me,” he replied to his other self. “It was ambition that made her do it. She thought I would be famous. I’ve disappointed her, and she’s through with me.” He went over every incident of their reunion—his thrill at her welcome. “She didn’t really care; it was just her way,” he assured himself.
For hours he plunged through the woods, pursued
