Nothing else counted with the young fellow to-night--all he knew and cared for was that Kate was his very own, and that all the world would soon know it.
"That's because you love me, Harry.

You have only to look at her portrait in father's room to see how exquisite she was.

I can never be like her--never so gracious, so patient, no matter how hard I try." He put his fingers on her lips: "I won't have you say it.

I won't let anybody say it.

I could hardly speak when I saw you in the full light of the hall.