“Yes,” she quavered.
“But what is it?” Katherine asked frantically. “Is he very sick?”
“It’s—it’s worse than that.”
“Please! What is it then?”
“I haven’t the heart to tell thee,” she said piteously, and she sank into a chair and covered her face.
Katherine caught her arm and fairly shook her in the intensity of her demand.
“Tell me! I can’t stand this another instant!”
“There—there isn’t going to be any celebration.”
“No celebration?”
“Yesterday—thy father—was arrested.”