answer; and the beginning of a period of dissimulation is certainly a significant date. Catherine was not so easily tired as that.
Nevertheless, in the carriage, as they drove home, she was as quiet as if fatigue had been her portion. Dr. Sloper's manner of addressing his sister Lavinia had a good deal of resemblance to the tone he had adopted towards Catherine.
"Who was the young man that was making love to you?" he presently asked.
"Oh, my good brother!" murmured Mrs. Penniman, in deprecation.
"He seemed uncommonly tender. Whenever I looked at you, for half an hour, he had the most devoted air."
"The devotion was not to me," said Mrs. Penniman. "It was to Catherine; he talked to me of her."
Catherine had been listening with all her ears. "Oh, Aunt Penniman!" she exclaimed faintly.
"He is very handsome; he is very clever; he expressed himself with a great deal—a great deal of felicity," her aunt went on.
"He is in love with this regal creature, then?" the Doctor inquired humorously.
