her aunt struck by the sincerity of this cry. "For something certainly has happened."
"Nothing has happened but that I love him more and more!"
Mrs. Penniman was silent an instant. "I suppose that's the reason you went to see him this afternoon."
Catherine flushed as if she had been struck. "Yes, I did go to see him! But that's my own business."
"Very well, then; we won't talk about it." And Mrs. Penniman moved towards the door again. But she was stopped by a sudden imploring cry from the girl.
"Aunt Lavinia, where has he gone?"
"Ah, you admit then that he has gone away? Didn't they know at his house?"
"They said he had left town. I asked no more questions; I was ashamed," said Catherine simply enough.
"You needn't have taken so compromising a step if you had had a little more confidence in me," Mrs. Penniman observed, with a good deal of grandeur.
"Is it to New Orleans!" Catherine went on, irrelevantly.
