Kate gave him no direct answer, but, looking at him fixedly, she said,
"Does Miss Russell know this?"
"No," he replied, looking pained, "she does not, Kate. I see by the question that your old suspicion still survives. On my word Miriam had nothing to do with making me send away Daisy; she even raised several objections to it; she will be truly pleased to learn that the child is come back."
Miss O'Reilly looked incredulous, but, glancing out at the window, she said, "Here is your letter, Cornelius."
He started up; the postman gave that knock which has moved to joy or sorrow so many hearts; a letter was brought in; Cornelius snatched it from Deborah, and eagerly broke the seal; it looked long; he was soon absorbed.
Kate repressed a sigh to turn to me, and say in her most cheerful accents, "What do you say to all this?"
I was standing by her chair; I laid my cheek to hers as I replied, "The week will be made up of Sundays."
"Were the Sundays so pleasant?"
"As pleasant as the Saturdays seemed long."
"Well, they need be neither short nor long now; only, child, don't you remember?"
"What, Kate?"