"Who has told you anything about Captain Hyde, father?"

"Many have spoken."

"Does he get back his good health again?"

"I hear that. When the warm days come, to England he is going. So says

Jacob Cohen. What has Mrs. Gordon told thee? for to see her I know thou

goes."

"Twice only have I been. I heard not of England."

"But that is certain. He will go, and what then? Thee he will quite

forget, and never more will thou see or hear tell of him."

"That I believe not. In the cold winter one would have said of these

flowers, 'They come no more.' But the winter goes away, and then here

they are. Richard has been in the dead valley, der shaduwe des doods.

Sometimes I thought, he will come back to me no more. But now I am sure

I shall see him again."

Joris turned sadly away. That night he did not speak to her more. But

he had the persistence which is usually associated with slow natures. He

could not despair. He felt that he must go steadily on trying to move

Katherine to what he really believed was her highest interest. And he

permitted nothing to discourage him for very long. Dominie Van Linden

was also a prudent man. He had no intention in his wooing to make haste

and lose speed. As to Katherine's love troubles, he had not been left in

ignorance of them. A great many people had given him such information as

would enable him to keep his own heart from the wiles of the siren. He

had also a wide knowledge of books and life, and in the light of this

knowledge he thought that he could understand her. But the conclusion

that he deliberately came to was, that Katherine had cared neither for

Hyde nor Semple, and that the unpleasant termination of their courtship

had made her shy of all lover-like attentions. He believed that if he

advanced cautiously to her he might have the felicity of surprising and

capturing her virgin affection. And just about so far does any amount of

wisdom and experience help a man in a love perplexity; because every

mortal woman is a different woman, and no two can be wooed and won in

precisely the same way.

Amid all these different elements, political, social, and domestic,

Nature kept her own even, unvarying course. The gardens grew every day

fairer, the air more soft and balmy, the sunshine warmer and more

cherishing. Katherine was not unhappy. As Hyde grew stronger, he spent

his hours in writing long letters to his wife. He told her every trivial

event, he commented on all she told him. And her letters revealed to

him a soul so pure, so true, so loving, that he vowed "he fell in love

with her afresh every day of his life." Katherine's communications

reached her husband readily by the ordinary post; Hyde's had to be sent

through Mrs. Gordon. But it was evident from the first that Katherine

could not call there for them. Colonel Gordon would soon have objected

to being made an obvious participant in his nephew's clandestine

correspondence; and Joris would have decidedly interfered with visits

sure to cause unpleasant remarks about his daughter. The medium was

found in the mantua-maker, Miss Pitt. Mrs. Gordon was her most

profitable customer, and Katherine went there for needles and threads

and such small wares as are constantly needed in a household. And

whenever she did so, Miss Pitt was sure to remark, in an after-thought

kind of way, "Oh, I had nearly forgotten, miss! Here is a small parcel

that Mrs. Gordon desired me to present to you."




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