"Don't be angry, Miss Rainsford," said Kitty, quietly; "I don't mean that he loves any one else, but he's not the man I took him for."
"I don't understand."
"I wouldn't try to, if I were you," replied Kitty significantly. "I helped him when I first met him, because he saved my child's life. He came down here, and I liked him still more."
"You loved him?"
"No; love and I parted company long ago. I liked him, but though I do my best to help him, I don't care for him so much as I did, my dear: he's not worthy of you."
"That's all very well, but I don't see the reason."
"Of course not, what woman in love ever does see reason; however, make your mind easy, things are all right. I will tell you the reason some day."
"But I want to know now."
"Curiosity is a woman's vice," said Kitty lightly "Don't worry yourself, Miss Rainsford, whatever I know of Keith Stewart won't alter him in your eyes--now, don't say anything more about it. I'll ring for Meg."
Eugénie tried to get a more explicit answer out of her, but Kitty only laughed.