The way was this--" He paused and looked at Rose, who had spilled a glass of wine, trying to lift it, in a hand that shook strangely.

Her eyes were downcast, her cheeks scarlet, her whole manner palpably and inexplicably embarrassed.
"Four, weeks ago, I reached Canada.

I did not write you, Kate, that I was coming.

I wished to give you a surprise.

I stopped at Belleplain--you know the town of Belleplain, thirty miles from here--to see a brother officer I had known at Windsor.