“I have brought Miss Kate Carlton from New York, to stay with you, Sir. She is in the carriage. This letter will explain the reasons of her coming.”
Though greatly surprised at the sudden appearance of his niece, Mr. Carlton did not stop, either to read the letter or ask questions, but went at once to the carriage, and offering his hand to his niece, said:
“I am happy to see you, my dear, at Glen Morris. Come into the house. John will see to your baggage.”
Kate put her fingers into her uncle’s hand, and with a mincing step, walked into the hall. Mr. Carlton asked the man who accompanied her, if he would remain all night.
“No, Sir. I thank you. I must return by the last train, which will be here, as soon as I can get to the station. Good night, Sir!”
“Good night,” replied Mr. Carlton.
When Kate was conducted to the parlor, she was of course, greeted with looks and expressions of great surprise. Jessie sprang to her cousin, embracing her, and exclaiming:
“Why Kate Carlton, is that you?”
Guy took her hand kindly, and said, “I am glad to see you, Kate.”
Hugh also gave her his hand, but his words were not gracious. He said: