"No, John. That would only make our difficulties greater. But I do ask this one favor; put your evidence into the hands of a strange attorney, have nothing to do with the prosecution; for my sake."
"I must have the night to think it over. Most of my attacks are not herein written; I dared keep them only in my head."
"I am very unhappy," said the girl.
He took her hand and kissed it reverently. He longed to console her, but no words he had in mind seemed adequate.
"Fore!" came lazily over the knoll. They were no longer alone. So together they wandered slowly back to the club-house. Tea was being served, and Carrington drank his abstractedly. From time to time he joined the conversation, but without any heart. Some of the busier ladies whispered that it looked this time as though Kate had given the young man his congé.
On the way home Norah, with her humorous comment on the weekly budget of gossip, saved the situation from any possible contretemps. Mrs. Cavenaugh was easy-going, but for all that she possessed remarkably observant eyes; and her eldest daughter was glad that they were occupied elsewhere.
Kate was very unhappy; her father was not honest, and the man she loved had come into the knowledge of the fact. Ah, how quickly shadow can darken sunshine!
"What did you make it in to-day, Mr. Carrington?" asked Norah.
"Make what?" he counter-questioned absently.
"The course, Mr. Goose! What did you think I meant?"