Many times had Walter attempted to speak.

At last he succeeded, and the word which fell from his lips was "Kate!" Lenora, who had that day accidentally learned of her mother's commands with regard to Miss Kirby, now glided noiselessly from the room, and in a moment was alone in the fearful storm, which she did not heed.
Lightly bounding over the swollen brook, she ran on until the mill-pond cottage was reached.

It was midnight, and its inmates were asleep, but they awoke at the sound of Lenora's voice.
"Walter is dying," said she to Kate, "and would see you once more.
Come quickly." Hastily dressing herself, Kate went forth with the strange girl, who spoke not a word until Walter's room was reached.

Feebly the sick man wound his arms around Kate's neck, exclaiming, "My own, my beautiful Kate, I knew you would come.

I am better now--I shall live!" and as if there was indeed something life-giving in her very presence and the sound of her voice, Walter from that hour grew better: and in three weeks' time he, together with Margaret, left his childhood's home, once so dear, but now darkened by the presence of her who watched their departure with joy, exulting in the thought that she was mistress of all she surveyed.
Walter, who was studying law in the city about twenty miles distant, resolved to return thither immediately, and after some consultation with his sister it was determined that both she and Kate should accompany him.