"Jermyn shall live it down; I shall never recall the matter to his attention, but shall do all in my power to make him forget the letter."
"But," said Fenie, with a wondering look, "how did you chance to know anything about it?"
"Never mind about that. You still love Harry, don't you?"
"Indeed, yes!"
"And you will show him that letter—after you are married?"
"Why, yes—if it is ever found."
Kate wanted one more proof of Fenie's repentance; it was a hard one to exact, but she was determined to have it.
"You will show the letter to me too?"
"Yes—after you are married, and if you'll promise to forgive us."
"I do promise—now!" said Kate, and departed with the air of one who had done a noble deed, while Fenie hurried to Trif and told her that Kate already knew about that letter, despite all that had been done to keep any knowledge of it from her, and Trif wondered how she could have learned, and said that Harry must have told her, and Fenie retorted that Harry was no tell-tale child, and that it must have been Jermyn or the Admiral, and that whichever it was he was real mean, for hadn't Trif, while writing the letter, planned merely what had come to pass, to the manifest delight of the parties most nearly interested?