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I had got up when she came into Kathleen's room for her clothes, and, in about five minutes, they returned together. I was sitting on the side of the bed when they came in: the poor girl coloured up when our eyes met. "Kathleen," said I, "you have, in all probability, saved my life, and I cannot express my thanks. I am only sorry that your modesty has been put to so severe a trial."
He had not seen Kathleen's departure from the cottage beside the Downs, and for some days he was greatly puzzled by her absence. He even stood by the orchard gate and growled fiercely, with the hair on his shoulders standing almost erect, because the thought was in his mind that Matey may have had something to do with this disappearance.
Kathleen's sole reply to the threat was a contemptuous shrug of her shoulders. "Come on, girls," she said so nonchalantly that the curious ones dropped disappointedly away. Not more than four minutes had elapsed from the time the uncouth stranger had appeared until he slunk off. Emma, Grace and Patience found their voices almost simultaneously. "Well, of all things!" exclaimed Emma.
His eyelids were shut, and she thought him asleep. Meditating on her unanswered question of Miss Kathleen's likeness to Patrick, Jane imagined a possibly greater likeness to her patient, and that he did not speak of his family's exclamations on the subject because of Kathleen's being so good-looking a girl.
Alice came quickly in. She glanced at Kathleen with disgust. "I wish you wouldn't lie on the bed in your muddy boots." No answer. "I must ask you not to lock the door. It is my room as well as yours." No answer. Kathleen's eyes were fixed on the window; they were brimful of mischief. After a time she said: "Darling." "I wish you wouldn't talk to me in that silly way." "Faith! honey, then."
Geraldine and Scott were very busy playing hostess and host, receiving new-comers, renewing friendships interrupted by half a summer's separation; but there was very little to do except to be affable, for Kathleen's staff of domestics was perfectly adequate the old servants of the house of Seagrave, who were quite able by themselves to maintain the household traditions and whip into line of duty the new and less conscientious recruits below stairs.
I read Kathleen's, and then hastily opened the other. It was from Nattee, or Lady H. de Clare, and ran as follows "Japhet Newland, Fleta is the daughter of Sir William de Clare. Dearly has my husband paid for his act of folly and wickedness, and to which you must know I never was a party. "Yours, "Nattee." The letter from Kathleen added more strange information.
Then, with a quick glance at her sleeping face-it was engraven on his memory ever after like a dead face in a coffin he ran along the fence among the shrubbery. A man not fifty feet away called to him. "Hush she is asleep!" Charley whispered, and disappeared. It was Fairing himself who saw this deed which saved Kathleen's life.
Aunt Church would be very unlikely to get her little almshouse in Ireland, for surely even Kathleen's friends would be very angry with her if they knew. Susy herself would be expelled from the school, and she in her fall would bring down her mother and brother. Yes, terrible would be the consequences if they were discovered. But then, they needn't be.
Oh, yes, they were having a glorious time; and it was quite right to do what you liked sometimes, and quite right to defy your elders. Oh, how many she was defying: Ruth Craven, who would almost have given her life to keep her back from this; Miss Ravenscroft, the head-mistress, to whom Kathleen's heart did not go out; her own father; her own aunt; Alice Tennant oh, bother Alice Tennant!
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