One exquisite morning in May, Katherine stood at an open window looking

over the garden and the river, and the green hills and meadows across

the stream. Her heart was full of hope. Richard's recovery was so far

advanced that he had taken several rides in the middle of the day.

Always he had passed the Van Heemskirks' house, and always Katherine had

been waiting to rain down upon his lifted face the influence of her most

bewitching beauty and her tenderest smiles. She was thinking of the last

of these events,--of Richard's rapid exhibition of a long, folded paper,

and the singular and emphatic wave which he gave it towards the river.

His whole air and attitude had expressed delight and hope; could he

really mean that she was to meet him again at their old trysting-place?

As thus she happily mused, some one called her mother from the front

hall. On fine mornings it was customary to leave the door standing open;

and the visitor advanced to the foot of the stairs, and called once

more, "Lysbet Van Heemskirk! Is there naebody in to bid me welcome?"

Then Katherine knew it was Madam Semple; and she ran to her mother's

room, and begged her to go down and receive the caller. For in these

days Katherine dreaded Madam Semple a little. Very naturally, the mother

blamed her for Neil's suffering and loss of time and prestige; and she

found it hard to forgive also her positive rejection of his suit. For

her sake, she herself had been made to suffer mortification and

disappointment. She had lost her friends in a way which deprived her of

all the fruits of her kindness. The Gordons thought Neil had

transgressed all the laws of hospitality. The Semples had a similar

charge to make. And it provoked Madam Semple that Mrs. Gordon continued

her friendship with Katherine. Every one else blamed Katherine

altogether in the matter; Mrs. Gordon had defied the use and wont of

society on such occasions, and thrown the whole blame on Neil. Somehow,

in her secret heart, she even blamed Lysbet a little. "Ever since I told

her there was an earldom in the family, she's been daft to push her

daughter into it," was her frequent remark to the elder; and he also

reflected that the proposed alliance of Neil and Katharine had been

received with coolness by Joris and Lysbet. "It was the soldier or the

dominie, either o' them before our Neil;" and, though there was no

apparent diminution of friendship, Semple and his wife frequently had a

little private grumble at their own fireside.




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