"When must you go to Madame Dupuys'?" asked that lady.
"Early—almost immediately. I will take a hansom and drive over."
"You need not do that; I am going out, and can drop you at madame's, and call for you afterwards."
"Oh, thank you, auntie; that will be lovely."
"I am going out immediately," said Mrs. Keith.
"Then I will run upstairs and put on my hat and jacket," said the girl.
She danced up to her room. She still felt that light, very light, caressing touch of Keith's on her shoulder. It tingled through her being. She dressed herself quickly, and ran downstairs. Soon the elderly lady and the young were driving away together in the direction of Madame Dupuys'. Mrs. Keith's face looked troubled. Kitty glanced at it, and then looked away.
"She is thinking about Gavon, and no wonder," thought the girl.
An impulse of affection, a fellow-feeling in a mutual sorrow, caused her to place her little hand inside Mrs. Keith's. Suddenly the young pair of eyes and the old met.
"How are we to bear it?" said Kitty to his mother.