"I know you haven't. They wouldn't let you."
Kitty smiled. Miss Keating saw the smile. She trembled. Tears started to her eyes. She rose and began sorting the pile of clothing on the bed.
Something in her action inspired Kitty with an intolerable passion of wonder and of pity. She came to her and laid her hand on her hair, lightly and with a certain fear.
Miss Keating had once purred under Kitty's caresses. Now she jerked back suddenly and beat off the timid hand.
"I wish you wouldn't touch me."
"Why not?"
"Because it makes me loathe you."
Kitty sat down on the bed. She had wrapped her hand in her pocket-handkerchief as if it had been hurt.
"Poor Bunny," she said; "are you feeling as bad as all that? You must want dreadfully to marry that long man. But you needn't loathe me. I'm not going to make him marry me."