On distant hillcrests Sprowl could see his brood-mares feeding, switching their tails against the sky; farther away sheep dotted hillside pastures. Farther still the woods of Witch-Hollow lay banded with sunshine and shadow. And Sprowl's protuberant gaze grew fixed and expressionless as he swung on across the meadows and skirted the first grove of oaks, huge outlying pickets of his splendid forest beyond. "We can talk here," said Ledwith in a voice which sounded hoarse and painful; and, swinging around on him, Sprowl saw that he was in distress, fighting for breath and leaning against the trunk of an oak. "What do you want to talk about?" said Sprowl. The struggle for breath left Ledwith mute. "Can't you walk and talk at the same time?" demanded Sprowl. "I need exercise." "I've got to rest." "Well, then, what have you got to say?--because I'm going on. What's the matter with you, anyway," he added sneeringly; "dope?" "Partly," said Ledwith without resentment. "What else?" "Anxiety." "Oh. Do you think you have a monopoly of that?" Ledwith, without heeding the sneering question, went on, still resting on his elbow against the tree-trunk: "I want to talk to you, Langly. I want straight talk from you. Do I get it?" "You'll get it; go on," said Sprowl contemptuously. "Then--my wife has returned." "Your ex-wife," corrected Sprowl without a shade of expression in voice or features. "Yes," said Ledwith--"Mary. I left the house before she arrived, on my way to Acremont across country. She and your aunt drove up together. I saw them from the hill." "Very interesting," said Sprowl. "Is that all?" Ledwith detached himself from the tree and stood aside, under it, looking down at the grass. "You are going to marry her of course," he said. "That," retorted Sprowl, "is none of your business." "Because," continued Ledwith, not heeding him, "that is the only thing possible. There is nothing else for her to do--for you to do. She knows it, you know it, and so do I." "I know all about it," said Sprowl coolly. "Is there anything else?" "Only your word to confirm what I have just said." "What are you talking about?" "Your marriage with Mary." "I think I told you that it was none of your business." "Perhaps you did. But I've made it my business." "May I ask why?" "Yes, you may ask, Langly, and I'll tell you. It's because, recently, there have been rumours concerning you and a Mrs. Leeds. That's the reason." Sprowl's hands, hanging at his sides, began nervously closing and unclosing: "Is that all, Ledwith?" "That's all--when you have confirmed what I have said concerning the necessity for your marriage with the woman you debauched." "You lie," said Langly. Ledwith smiled. "No," he said wearily, "I don't. She admitted it to me." "That is another lie."