"But is it true?" asked Griffith. "Is he so much my friend?"
"Hum!" said Kate, "it is quite true, and he is not at all your friend. There, don't you puzzle yourself, and pester me; but do as you are bid, or we are both undone."
Quelled by a menace so mysterious, Griffith promised blind obedience; and Kate thanked him, and bade him good night, and ordered him peremptorily to bed.
He went.
She beckoned him back.
He came.
She leaned out, and inquired, in a soft, delicious whisper, as follows: "Are you happy, dearest?"
"Ay, Kate, the happiest of the happy."
"Then so am I," she murmured.
And now she slowly closed the window, and gradually retired from the eyes of her enraptured lover.