How calmly Kate took it!--No sign of guilt or wrong-doing in her face.

If I ever turn out a villain, there will be no excuse for my villainy on her part." Kate was absent nearly half an hour, but it seemed a little century to the impatient waiter.

When she entered, there were traces of tears on her face, but her manner was quite calm.
"Papa is waiting for you," she said, "in his study." He rose up, walked to the door, and stood there, irresolute.
"Where shall I find you when I return ?" "Here." She said it softly and a little sadly.

Stanford crossed to where she stood, and took her in his arms--a very unusual proceeding for him--and kissed her.
"I have perfect confidence in your truth, my dearest," he said.

"I am as sure of your goodness and innocence before your father's explanation as I can possibly be after it." There was a witness to this loving declaration that neither of them bargained for.