Well , I despise myself . I am very unhappy , Nell , and not only on my own account , for I feel that if Miles had never met me , his mother would not now be breaking her heart for her absent boy . My sorrow has taught me to understand hers , and I no longer resent her pride . `` You need hardly be told after this that I leave here in another week . I can not fabricate a decent excuse to go sooner , or I would . '' In the cool twilight Ethel went with Agnes Bentley to mail her letter . As they stopped at the door of the little country store , a young man came around the corner . It was Young Si . He was in his rough fishing suit , with a big herring net trailing over his shoulder , but no disguise could effectually conceal his splendid figure . Agnes sprang forward eagerly . `` Si , where have you been ? Why have you never I been up to see us for so long ? '' Young Si made no verbal reply . He merely lifted his cap with formal politeness and turned on his heel . `` Well , I never ! '' exclaimed Agnes , as soon as she recovered her powers of speech . `` If that is how Young Si is going to treat his friends ! He must have got offended at something . I wonder what it is , '' she added , her curiosity getting the better of her indignation . When they came out they saw the solitary figure of Young Si far adown , crossing the dim , lonely shore fields .
XXXXX the dusk Agnes failed to notice the pallor of her companion 's face and the unshed tears in her eyes .
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