Kitty raised her head and looked full at her sister.
"I have got something to confess," she said.
"What is that?"
"I came back to the hospital to-day because—not because I am a soldier of the Queen, not because I wanted to help anybody, but because—"
"Well, child, speak," said Mollie.
"Because I wished to watch you."
"What do you mean? To watch me, your sister!"
"Yes; to watch you and—and Gavon."
As Kitty said the last words, she forgot her fears with regard to Long Tom; she forgot everything but the wild passion, the jealous, miserable rage, which filled her. She sprang to her feet and faced her sister, she clasped her little stained fingers together and looked with her white face into Mollie's face, and then she hurled out her words impulsively.
"You love him—you know you do! And he loves you, and he—he is engaged to me. You have taken him from me. Oh, how I hate you! Oh, I shall die with misery!"