"Whom do you wish to see the most?"
His black eyes seemed reading her through, and something in their expression brought to her face the blush which he construed according to his jealousy, and when she answered:
"I wish to see them all," he retorted:
"Say, rather, you wish to see that doctor, who has loved you so long, and who but for me would have asked you to be his wife!"
"What doctor, Wilford? Whom do you mean?" and Wilford replied:
"Dr. Grant, of course. Did you never suspect it?"
"Never," and Katy's face grew very white, as she asked how Wilford knew what he had asserted.
"I had it from his own lips; he sitting on one side of you and I upon the other. I so far forgot myself as to charge him with loving you, and he did not deny it, but confessed as pretty a piece of romance as I ever read, except that, according to his story, it was a one-sided affair, confined wholly to himself. You never dreamed of it, he said."
"Never, no, never," Katy said, panting for her breath, and remembering suddenly many things which confirmed what she had heard.
"Poor Morris, how my thoughtlessness must have wounded him," she murmured, and then all the pent up passion in Wilford's heart burst out in an impetuous storm.