"Not got any home in Littleburgh?"
"No," said she. "That's one of the things that are changed."
But what was to become of Walter, all alone there?
"Kitty, I haven't spoken of my brother to you lately," said she, as I was thinking this.
"No," I said, "not once."
"I thought it might be best not," she said. "Perhaps the time is come now to speak."
"I saw him at Littleburgh station to-day," I said.
"You did?" said she.
And I looked up, and our eyes met. Mary must have seen something in my face which pleased her, for she broke into a smile.
"He was on the platform," I said; "and we had a few words. I didn't say much; I thought mother would rather I shouldn't. He talked about hoping I didn't bear malice. I fancied he meant the watch, you know, but he didn't; and I don't know what he did mean. And he asked if we could be friends still; and I said he had been my enemy. He seemed sure I had heard something about him from you, and I said I had not. And then I walked away."