"Aunt Mary knew," said Kathleen, "that you had everything you wanted."
"Everything I needed, perhaps," retorted Mrs. Fabian, with excitement, "but I certainly want my own grandmother's things; and Providence has thrown them into my hands. I shall explain everything to Philip and he will be glad to have me take them. Isn't he all that I said he was, Kathleen?"
"He is very interesting," returned Kathleen quietly.
Then she rose and went to the door. Edgar followed her uneasily to the foot of the stairs.
"I'm not going to peach, Kath, don't worry," he said. "I'll keep the compact. I just wanted to prove to you that I knew the mater."
His sister turned on him. "I told you that you should have been the girl and I the man," she said; and he winced under the contempt of her look. "If mother gets those things to-morrow, the result for you will be just what I promised. I shall never be at your call again."
"You said—" began Edgar, perturbed.
But Kathleen ran swiftly upstairs. Her brother returned to the drawing-room.
"What's the matter with Kathleen?" inquired Mrs. Fabian. "She behaved so strangely."