I was too miserably anxious about the morrow.

The night was lovely--bright as day and warm as midsummer.

I sat by the window looking out, and saw Kate walking up and down the tamarack avenue with that mysterious Mr.
Richards.

They lingered there for over an hour, and then I heard them coming softly upstairs, and going to their respective rooms.
Next morning after breakfast, Captain Danton rode down to the village and had an interview with Father Francis.

Two hours after, they returned to Danton Hall together, both looking pale and ill at ease.