Her brother puffed his cigar a few moments in silence. "Your sympathy with kittens, Lavinia," he presently resumed, "arises from a feline element in your own character."
"Cats are very graceful, and very clean," said Mrs. Penniman, smiling.
"And very stealthy. You are the embodiment both of grace and of neatness; but you are wanting in frankness."
"You certainly are not, dear brother."
"I don't pretend to be graceful, though I try to be neat. Why haven't you let me know that Mr. Morris Townsend is coming to the house four times a week?"
Mrs. Penniman lifted her eyebrows. "Four times a week?"
"Five times, if you prefer it. I am away all day, and I see nothing. But when such things happen, you should let me know."
Mrs. Penniman, with her eyebrows still raised, reflected intently. "Dear Austin," she said at last, "I am incapable of betraying a confidence. I would rather suffer anything."
"Never fear; you shall not suffer. To whose
