"What letter do you refer to?"
"Oh, don't ask, please." Fenie felt that she should scream.
"A letter which has made much unhappiness for you and Harry?"
"Yes; yes; oh, yes!" Fenie looked so miserable that Kate almost forgave her. After all, was she not a mere girl? Perhaps a womanly word, spoken in season, might do her good, beside providing peace for Kate's own mind in the future. So she began:
"I believe you're real sorry about it."
"Oh, indeed I am; sorrier than I can begin to tell you."
"Then, dear," said Kate, compelling a genuine pardoning spirit to take possession of herself, "try to think no more about it, no matter what the contents of the letter may be. Let bygones be bygones. Some things must be lived down, if we are to be all we should. Do your share toward it, and all may yet be well."
"But you—and Jermyn—"
So Jermyn really was implicated! Nevertheless, Kate set her lips firmly and replied: