"Look to the horses, Obadiah. “You are mistaken, David. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. But a human being who is young and clean, as you are, is apt to ennoble—or explain away. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time.