let him know how Catherine abused her, after all she had done.
"Was it a plan of his, then, to break off——?" By this time Catherine had become completely quiet.
Mrs. Penniman began again to have a glimpse of her chance for explaining. "He shrank—he shrank," she said. "He lacked courage, but it was the courage to injure you! He couldn't bear to bring down on you your father's curse."
Catherine listened to this with her eyes fixed upon her aunt, and continued to gaze at her for some time afterwards "Did he tell you to say that?"
"He told me to say many things—all so delicate, so discriminating. And he told me to tell you he hoped you wouldn't despise him."
"I don't," said Catherine. And then she added: "And will he stay away for ever?"
"Oh, for ever is a long time. Your father, perhaps, won't live for ever."
"Perhaps not."
"I am sure you appreciate—you understand—even though your heart bleeds," said Mrs. Penniman. "You doubtless think him too scrupulous. So do
