“ What would be the time now?” said Katharine at last. The half-hour was not quite spent.
“ I’m going to get dinner ready,” said Mary, rising from her table.
“ Then I’ll go,” said Katharine.
“ Why don’t you stay? Where are you going?”
Katharine looked round the room, conveying her uncertainty in her glance.
“ Perhaps I might find him,” she mused.
“ But why should it matter? You’ll see him another day.”
Mary spoke, and intended to speak, cruelly enough.
“ I was wrong to come here,” Katharine replied.
Their eyes met with antagonism, and neither flinched.
“ You had a perfect right to come here,” Mary answered.
A loud knocking at the door interrupted them. Mary went to open it, and returning with some note or parcel, Katharine looked away so that Mary might not read her disa
