"You won't come, uncle?" asked Kate, going over to her avuncular relative.
"Not to-day, my dear; I'm a little tired."
"Begad, he's the seven sleepers rolled into one," said Pat to Miss Lester as they stepped out into the sunshine. "Come, Miss Lester, I'll race ye for a pair of gloves."
"Against what?" asked Kate, as he helped her through the gate.
"A kiss," said Pat, whereupon Kate blushed, and vowed she wouldn't run, so Pat set off, like a deer, by himself along the narrow path which led through the cornfield to the village of Hurley.
"How sad you are looking, Carmela," said Sir Mark, as he walked soberly along beside Miss Cotoner.
"She wants Mr. Monteith," said Bell, mischievously.
"Nonsense," retorted Carmela, while a flush came over her pale face.
"Then she'll soon be gratified," laughed Sir Mark; "for Mr. Monteith will be at the regatta to-day."
Carmela clenched her teeth. He would be at the regatta, and how would he meet her after all that had passed? The last time she saw him she was free, but now he would see her as the affianced wife of another. Well, she would wait and see. Their meeting must come sooner or later, so why not now?