the wood, looked laden with fate inexorable. A composure so alien and abnormal is at least as terrible as the wrath that is slow to rise; it chilled Jan's blood, but it also gave him time to see things, and to make up his mind.
In the wood and in the ride Haigh did not even turn his head to see that he was being duly followed; but in the lower meadow he stopped short, and waited sombrely for Jan.
"There's nothing to be said, Rutter, as between you and me, except on one small point that doesn't matter to anybody else. I gathered just now that you were not particularly surprised at being caught by me—that it's what you would have expected of me—playing the spy! Well, I have played it during the last hour; but I never should have dreamt of doing so if your own rashness had not thrust the part upon me."
"I suppose you saw me get into the fly?" said Jan, with a certain curiosity in the incidence of his frustration.
"I couldn't help seeing you. I had called for this myself, and was in the act of bringing it to you for your—splitting head!"
Haigh had produced an obvious medicine bottle sealed up in white paper. Jan could not resent his sneer.
"I'm sorry you had the trouble, sir. There was nothing the matter with my head."
"And you can stand there"
Haigh did not finish his sentence, except by dashing the medicine bottle to the ground in his disgust, so that it broke even in that rank grass, and its contents soaked the smooth white paper. This was the old Adam, but only for a moment. Jan could almost have done with more of him.
