Kate had no lack of courage, and the love of variety and change was implanted in her as strongly as it is in most young things; so that when Philip knocked at her door as the first rays of the October sun were gilding the trees and fields, it was with a smiling face that she opened to him, whilst he looked at her with something of smiling surprise in his glance.
"Art ready, my sister?
the horses will be at the door in a few short minutes.

I am glad to see thee so bright and happy.

I had feared to discover thee bathed in tears of woe." "Perchance I ought to be heavier hearted than I am," answered Kate, with a swift glance at Philip through her long lashes.

"I do repent me that I have angered our father and mother.

I know that I have been wrong to keep the secret; perchance I was wrong to let Culverhouse persuade me.