And Gard, very sick of it all, and with an aching head and a very tender
nose, but withal with a warm glow at the heart which no aches or pains
could damp down, turned and went home to bed.
CHAPTER XVI
HOW ONE FELL OVER
Gard's first waking thoughts next morning were of Nance entirely.
He would see her at dinner-time. How would he find her? Last night the
disturbance of her feelings had shaken her out of herself somewhat, and
shown her to him in new and delightful lights.
If, this morning, she should be to some extent withdrawn again into her
natural modest shell, he would not be surprised; and he made up his
mind, then and there, to be in no wise disappointed. Last night was a
fact, a delightful fact, on which to build the rosy future.
It was a long time to wait till dinner-time to see her. What if he went
round that way, before going to work, just to inquire if Tom got home
all right.
And then the feeling of discomfort in his eye and nose, as though the
one had shrunk to the size of a pin-point and the other had grown to the
bulk of a turnip--brought back the whole matter, and on further
consideration he decided not to go to the farm till the proper time.
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