“And mine, too. I had not one dark thought till I saw evening coming on, and felt how soon it was to end. But I have such happy news for you, dear Kate, only I am not at liberty to tell it—something that is going to happen—somewhere we are about to go.”
“Do not tell me more, or I shall become too curious to hear all.”
“But you would be so glad, so overjoyed to hear it.”
“One can always wait patiently for good tidings, the wise people say. Where did you get your violets in mid-winter?”
“Where you got your roses, Kate,” said the other, laughing. “I never saw such pink cheeks as you had when you came into the garden.”
“I had fallen asleep,” said Kate, blushing slightly. “Whenever I am very, very happy, I grow sleepy.”
CHAPTER XXIX. MR. M’KINLAY IS PUZZLED.
Mr. M’Kinlay was at his breakfast the next day when he received the following letter from Sir Gervais Vyner:
“Rome, Palazzo Altieri.