with tears she was too brave to let fall, he felt that he was fast losing his grip of himself.
"Oh, Kate," he cried, in a low, tense voice, "I must go. You have been more to me than you will ever know. May you both be happy."
"Both?" echoed Kate, faintly.
"Yes," cried Ranald, hurriedly, "Harry will, I'm sure, for if any one can make him happy, you can."
"I?" catching her breath, and beginning to laugh a little hysterically.
"What's the matter, Kate? You are looking white."
"Oh," cried Kate, her voice broken between a sob and a laugh, "won't Harry and Lily enjoy this?"
Ranald gazed at her in fear as if she had suddenly gone mad.
"Lily?" he gasped.
"Yes, Lily," cried Kate; "didn't you know Lily Langford, Harry's dearest and most devoted?"
"No," said Ranald; "and it is not you?"
"Not me," cried Kate, "not in the very least."
"Oh, Kate, tell me, is this all true? Are you still free? And is there any use?"
"What do you mean?" cried Kate, dancing about in sheer joy, "you silly boy."
By this time Ranald had got hold of her hands.
"Look here, old chap," burst in Merrill, "your train's going. Oh, beg pardon."
"Take the next, Ranald."
"Merrill," said Ranald, solemnly, "tell the fellows I'm not going on this train."
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