The other looked at him quickly. "Oh," she said, "oh! Well, she sha'n't suffer alone. Who's the man?"
"She will not tell."
"Loves him—poor thing!"
For a moment the priest showed in young Benoix' face. "Miss Kate! You speak as if that made a difference," he said sternly.
"And doesn't it, doesn't it? Good Lord, how young you are! You'd better pray that the years may teach you a little human weakness. I tell you, Mag sha'n't bear it all. Whoever's concerned in this thing shall suffer with her."
"I am afraid," said Benoix, reluctantly, "that would be—rather a large order."
"Oh! It isn't—love, then." For a moment Mrs. Kildare stared straight in front of her. Then she wheeled her horse, the pity in her face hardened into disgust. "Go on, will you? And tell the girls to save me some of that ginger-bread."
"Where are you going?"
"To evict Mag Henderson."
He protested. "But why to-night? Surely one night more! It will be very hard. Why not let Smith attend to it?"