I hate myself when I think of it all." "But if he should walk in now ?"--he was very much afraid he would, and he was not quite ready for him yet.

What he was trying to find out was not whether Kate would be glad to see Harry as a relief to her loneliness, but whether she really LOVED him.
Some tone in his voice caught her ear.

She turned her head quickly and looked at him with wondering gaze, as if she would read his inmost thoughts.
"You mean that he is coming, Uncle George--that Harry IS coming home!" she exclaimed excitedly, the color ebbing from her cheeks.
"He is already here, Kate.

He slept upstairs in his old room last night.
I expect him in any minute." "Here!--in this room!" She was on her feet in an instant, her face deathly pale, her whole frame shaking.

Which way should she turn to escape?
To meet him face to face would bring only excruciating pain.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me, Uncle George!" she burst out.