She felt glad that Kitty was not in the room.
"Even if I had never known Sister Mollie, I should be dismayed," he continued; "but as it is— I have no right to say anything more. She is Kitty's sister; let that be my excuse. Miss Hunt, it is hateful to speak against a brother officer; but the man is a scoundrel—he is worse!"
"It is hateful to speak against a brother officer; but the man is a scoundrel—he is worse!"
"What can you mean?" said Katherine.
"Things are so grave that I must speak. He has cast a shadow over me which in reality reflects on himself. Miss Hunt, the man is a—"
"What? I can't hear you," said Katherine.
The next words were spoken in the lowest whisper. Katherine gave a cry. Her cry was echoed in the next room. A sharp note of terror fell on both speakers' ears.
"What is that?" said Katherine. "Kitty! Kitty!"