"
"My dear," and he put the other hand so that he completely encircled
the little slim waist, "I do quite believe that Mr. Wardour taught
you all the good you have. There is nothing I am so glad of as that
you love and reverence him as he deserves--as far as such a child can
do. I hope you always will, and that your gratitude will increase
with your knowledge of the sacrifices that he made for you."
It was too much of a speech for Kate to answer; but she nestled up to
him, and felt as if she loved him more than ever. He added, "I
should like to see Mr. Wardour, but I can hardly leave your aunt yet.
Would he come to London?"
Kate gave a gasp. "Oh dear! Sylvia said he would have no money for
journeys now! It cost so much his coming in a first-class carriage
with me."
"You see how necessary it is to learn consideration," said the
Colonel; "I must run down to see him, and come back at night."
By this time they were at the aunts' door, and both entered the
drawing-room together.
Lady Barbara anxiously hoped that Katharine had behaved well.
"Perfectly well," he answered; and his face was really brighter and
tenderer.
It was Kate's bed-time, and she was dismissed at once. She felt that
the kiss and momentary touch of the hand, with the "Bless you," were
far more earnest than the mere greeting kiss. She did not know that
it had been his wonted good-night to his own children.
When she was gone, he took a chair, and explained that he could
remain for a little while, as Lord de la Poer would bear his wife
company.
Pages:
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232