"That's vera weel for you, Mr.Heathcote.

You're young, and will win your way hame, and see auld friends again, nae doubt; but I'll never see ane of them mair, except those I have here." Nevertheless, the old lady ate her dinner and drank her toddy, and made much of the occasion, going in and out to her son upon the veranda.
Soon after dinner Heathcote, as was his wont, strayed out with his prime minister Bates to consult on the dangers which might be supposed still to threaten his kingdom, and Mrs.Heathcote, with her youngest boy in her lap, sat talking to Mrs.Medlicot in the parlor.
Such was not her custom in weather such as this.

Kate had been sent out on to the veranda, with special commands to attend to the wants of the sufferer, and Mrs.Heathcote would have followed her had she not remembered her sister's appeal, "I did every thing I could for you." In those happy days Kate had been very good, and certainly deserved requital for her services.

And therefore, when the men had gone out, Mrs.Heathcote, with her guest, remained in the warm room, and went so far as to suggest that at that period of the day the room was preferable to the veranda.

Poor Mrs.Medlicot was new to the ways of the bush, and fell into the trap; thus Kate Daly was left alone with her wounded hero.
When told to take him out his glass of wine, and when conscious that no one followed her, she felt herself to have been guilty of some great sin, and was almost tempted to escape.