"Ach, mijn moeder, still I love thee!"

"But that English soldier?"

"Never can I cease to love him. See, now, the love I give him is his

love. It never was thine. For him I brought it into the world. None of

thy love have I given to him. Mijn moeder, thee I would not rob for

the whole world; not I!"

"For all that, kleintje, hard is the mother's lot. The dear children I

nursed on my breast, they go here and they go there, with this strange

one and that strange one. Last night, ere to our sleep we went, thy

father read to me some words of the loving, motherlike Jacob. They are

true words. Every good mother has said them, at the grave or at the

bridal, 'En mij aangaande, als ik van kinderen beroofd ben, zoo ben ik

beroofd!'"

There was a sad pathos in the homely old words as they dropped slowly

from Lysbet's lips,--a pathos that fitted perfectly the melancholy air

of the fading garden, the melancholy light of the fading day, and the

melancholy regret for a happy home gradually scattering far and wide.

Many a year afterward Katharine remembered the hour and the words,

especially in the gray glooms of late October evenings.

The next morning was one of perfect beauty, and Katharine awoke with a

feeling of joyful expectation. She dressed beautifully her pale brown

hair; and her intended visit to Mary Blankaart gave her an excuse for

wearing her India silk,--the pretty dress Richard had seen her first in,

the dress he had so often admired. Her appearance caused some remarks,

which Madam Van Heemskirk replied to; and with much of her old gayety

Katherine walked between her father and brother away from home.

She paid a very short visit to the mantua-maker, and then went to Mrs.

Gordon's. There was less effusion in that lady's manner than at her last

interview with Katherine. She had a little spasm of jealousy; she had

some doubts about Katherine's deserts; she wondered whether her nephew

really adored the girl with the fervour he affected, or whether he had

determined, at all sacrifices, to prevent her marriage with Neil Semple.

Katherine had never before seen her so quiet and so cool; and a feeling

of shame sprang up in the girl's heart. "Perhaps she was going to do

something not exactly proper in Mrs. Gordon's eyes, and in advance that

lady was making her sensible of her contempt."

With this thought, she rose, and with burning cheeks said, "I will go

home, madam. Now I feel that I am doing wrong. To write to Captain Hyde

will be the best way."




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