"We'll bind our bargain then," she said, "like this."
He trembled violently as he felt her lips, and stood looking after her as she crossed the greensward and bridle path to the waiting motor. She hesitated and turned back a step as though doubtful of her decision not to force him to go with her, but finally got into the car.
The loneliness which choked him as the motor disappeared changed slowly to resentment. That she was never going to be like this to him again was because of Lampert. He had no feeling toward his grandfather except dislike and scorn. It made him angry that his father had not tried harder to stop Lampert. Instead of that his father had let Lampert frighten him by saying that he was going into court. As he looked toward the great house just down the street, he thought that the fierce, self-willed, violent old man who lived in it would not have been afraid of Lampert. If it had been Beman whom Lampert had been dealing with, Lampert would have been stopped. Beman, in spite of his age, had given
