I shall leave you now; I must see Kate." "Yes, poor child! Love her and trust her with your whole heart, Reginald, for she is worthy." Reginald Stanford went out, still bewildered by all he had heard, and returned to the drawing-room.

Kate sat as he had left her, looking dreamily out at the bright sky.
"My dearest," he said bending over her, and touching the white brow: "can you ever forgive me for doubting you?
You are the truest, the best, the bravest of women." She lifted her loving eyes, filled with tears, to the handsome face of her betrothed.
"To those I love I hope I am--and more.

Before I grow false or treacherous, I pray Heaven that I may die.".