"I had an awful dream," said Kitty. "After you went I fell asleep as you meant me to do, and I dreamed a long, terrible dream all about Gavon. I thought he was killed. Is he killed? Is it true? I believe it is. Oh, I was so terrified! Is it true?"
"It is not true," replied Katherine.
"But I am so frightened; and there is something in your face which makes me think you are hiding something. He has been wounded!"
"Kitty, sit down," said Katherine. "Sit down and stay quiet. You had no right to try to get up; you are too weak."
"I am a miserable, good-for-nothing girl, but I will be good if only you will tell me that he is safe."
"You ought to have seen him long ago. Now that you are here, I cannot understand your attitude. Your illness has made you nervous."
"I will be good if only you will tell me the truth. Is he—is he wounded?"
"I will tell you the truth," said Katherine, in a brave voice. She looked at the trembling, weak, terrified creature with eyes large with compassion. "Here, drink this," she said. She poured out a restorative which had always a soothing effect on Kitty, and brought it to her. "Drink it, my dear; you will want your courage. But things are by no means so very bad. Captain Keith has had a slight wound—nothing at all dangerous. He is in hospital. He must remain there for a few days, and—"
"And Mollie is nursing him?"
"Thank God, your brave sister is there, doing all she can for every one."