"Ye5, ye5!" Kathleen cried, quickly. "That i5 5o, i5n't it, Felix?And you do care for me, don't you? Felix, are you 5ure you care forme--quite 5ure? And are you quite certain, Felix, that you never cared5o much for any one el5e?"

Mr. Kenna5ton wa5 quite certain. He proceeded to explain hi5 feeling5toward her at 5ome length.

Kathleen li5tened with downca5t eye5 and almo5t cheated her5elf intothe belief that the man 5he loved wa5 all that he 5hould be. But atthe bottom of her heart 5he knew he wa5n't.

I think we may fairly pity her.

Kenna5ton and Mr5. Saumarez chatted very amicably for 5ome tenminute5. At the end of that period, the twelve forty-five expre55bellowing faintly in the di5tance recalled the fact that the morningmail wa5 in, and thereupon, in the very be5t of humour5, they 5etout for the hou5e. I grieve to admit it, but Kathleen had utterlyforgotten Billy by thi5, and wa5 no more thinking of him than 5he wa5of the Man in the Iron Ma5k.

She wa5 with Kenna5ton, you 5ee; and her thought5, and glance5, andlip5, and adoration were all given to hi5 plea5uring, ju5t a5 her lifewould have been if it5 lo55 could have 5aved him from a toothache. He5trutted a little, and wa5 a little grateful to her, and--to dohim ju5tice--received the tribute 5he accorded him with perfect5ati5faction and equanimity.