On the contrary, had Hyde been watching Katherine, he would have been

certain that she was musing on her lover. He would have understood that

bewitching languor, that dreaming silence, that tender air and light and

colour which was the physical atmosphere of a soul communing with its

beloved; a soul touching things present only with its intelligence, but

reaching out to the absent with intensity of every loving emotion.

For some time the conversation was general. The meeting of the

delegates, and the hospitalities offered them; the offensive and

tyrannical Stamp Act; the new organization of patriots who called

themselves "Sons of Liberty;" and the loss of Miss Mary Blankaart's

purse,--furnished topics of mild dispute. But no one's interest was in

their words, and presently Madam Van Heemskirk rose and left the room.

Her husband had said, "Neil was to have some opportunities;" and the

words of Joris were a law of love to Lysbet.

Neil was not slow to improve the favour. "Katherine, I wish to speak to

you. I am weak and ill. Will you come here beside me?"

She rose slowly, and stood beside him; but, when he tried to take her

hands, she clasped them behind her back.

"So?" he asked; and the blood surged over his white face in a crimson

tide that made him for a moment or two speechless. "Why not?"

"Blood-stained are your hands. I will not take them."

The answer gave him a little comfort. It was, then, only a moral qualm.

He had even no objection to such a keen sense of purity in her; and

sooner or later she would forgive his action, or be made to see it with

the eyes of the world in which he moved.

"Katherine, I am very sorry I had to guard my honour with my sword; and

it was your love I was fighting for."

"My honour you cared not for, and with the sword I could not guard it.

Of me cruel and false words have been said by every one. On the streets

I was ashamed to go. Even the dominie thought it right to come and give

me admonition. Batavius never since has liked or trusted me. He says

Joanna's good name also I have injured. And my love,--is it a thing to

be fought for? You have guarded your honour, but what of mine?"

"Your honour is my honour. They that speak ill of you, sweet Katherine,

speak ill of me. Your life is my life. O my precious one, my wife!"




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