He looked puzzled.
"But it is quite right to cut the matter short."
"Kate, what has happened?"
"Well, it is not an event; but I admire your courage."
"My courage! in what?"
"Why, in burning your drawings, of course."
He bit his lip, reddened, and said gravely—
"I have not been burning them, Kate."
"Not burning them!" she exclaimed, with a sharp look at me.
"Daisy is not to blame," quickly observed Cornelius.