Chapter 30

‘She knows better. She’ll bide at home till her dad says “walk out.”’ Elmer laughed softly. In the laugh was the secret glee of youth in its own freemasonry. This middle-aged man might be the best sheep breeder anywhere round, he might be a terror for making money, but with regard to his own daughter, Elmer judged him a fool. He’d soon see whether old Lovekin’s daughter would bide at home if he—Ralph Elmer—said ‘walk out.’ ‘But you’re not a marrying man,’ said Isaiah slowly; and Elmer blushed up to his hair at the …