He had done so before, picturing the misery the boy was suffering, and he would try it again.
If he could only reach her heart through the armor of her reserve she would yield.
She answered his cheery call up the stairway in person, greeting him silently, but with arms extended, leading him to a seat beside her, where she buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.
"Harry has tried to see you every day, Kate," he began, patting her shoulders lovingly in the effort to calm her.

"I found him under your window the other night; he walks the streets by the hour, then he comes home exhausted, throws himself on his bed, and lies awake till daylight." The girl raised her head and looked at him for a moment.

She knew what he had come for--she knew, too, how sorry he felt for her--for Harry--for everybody who had suffered because of this horror.
"Uncle George," she answered, choking back her tears, speaking slowly, weighing each word--"you've known me from a little girl--ever since my dear mother died.

You have been a big brother to me many, many times and I love you for it.

If I were determined to do anything that would hurt me, and you found it out in time, you would come and tell me so, wouldn't you ?" St.George nodded his head in answer, but he did not interrupt.