"Will you not sit down?" he asked.
"I think we had better not," said Catherine.
"I offend you by coming?" He was very grave; he spoke in a tone of the richest respect.
"I don't think you ought to have come."
"Did not Mrs. Penniman tell you—did she not give you my message?"
"She told me something, but I did not understand."
"I wish you would let me tell you—let me speak for myself."
"I don't think it is necessary," said Catherine.
"Not for you, perhaps, but for me. It would be a great satisfaction and I have not many."
He seemed to be coming nearer; Catherine turned away. "Can we not be friends again?" he asked.
"We are not enemies," said Catherine. "I have none but friendly feelings to you."
"Ah, I wonder whether you know the happiness it gives me to hear you say that!" Catherine uttered no intimation that she measured the influence of her words; and he presently went on, "You have not changed—the years have passed happily for you."
