There was this fight yet before him, and it would be soon; for Ashby was free. A fight for Katie! And Talbot was here! She would know all. And she—she who had come all the way from England, who had found him not, who had imagined herself deserted—she would learn of his perfidy. The thought was horrible.
Upon such agonizing thoughts as these came Katie's question,
"Why are you so sad?"
Harry sighed.
"I'm thinking of Ashby," said he. "He's free now. He'll soon be seeking you."
At this Katie tapped her foot nervously.
"Well," said she, "if you are thinking of him it's very bad taste to say so. I wasn't thinking of him at all."
But this remark seemed to set Katie off thinking about Ashby, for she too seemed preoccupied.
"I think it's a great shame," said she.
"What?"