"Little indeed," echoed Kate; "next week it will be a year since the ball at Carrington, where I first met him."
The Colonel smiled, and sighed.
"He will be sorry to hear of poor Gilpin's death. I wonder he has not written."
"Good morning, Miss Vernon," said Langley, coming up behind them. "I hope you caught no cold last night? How do you do, Colonel Vernon?"
The Colonel informed him of Gilpin's death; and he seemed rather interested, as the compositions of the organist, which Kate had played the night before, had pleased him greatly. Then they talked of great musicians, and Mozart's Requiem, and the strange circumstances under which it is said to have been composed.
"How much I love those wild, mysterious German stories, they have an indescribable charm for me," said Kate.
"Why?" asked Langley, in his blunt manner.
"That is exactly what I cannot answer."