Kate came over and touched the hand lying on her black dress, caressingly.

She forgot her pride, as she often forgot it in her womanly pity.
"My poor little Agnes! Did you find that friend ?" "No." "No ?" repeated Kate.
She thought the reply would be "yes"-- she had thought the friend was Doctor Frank.

Agnes dropped her hand from before her face.
"No," she said sadly, "I have not found him.

I shall never find him again in this world, I am afraid." Him! That little tell-tale pronoun! Kate knew by instinct the friend was "him," men being at the bottom of all womanly distress in this lower world.
"Then it was not Doctor Danton ?" Agnes looked up with a suddenly frightened face, her great eyes dilating, her pale lips parting.
"I saw you by accident coming up the avenue with him last evening," Kate hastened to explain.

"I chanced to hear a remark of his in passing; I could not help it." Agnes clasped her hands together in frightened supplication.
"You won't say anything about it ?" she said, piteously.