Some little time had passed before there was an opening of the door, and the announcement, “Lord de la Poer.”
Up started Kate, but she was quite lost in the greeting of the two friends; Lord de la Poer, with his eyes full of tears, wringing his friend’s hand, hardly able to speak, but just saying, “Dear Giles, I am glad to have you at home. How is she?”
“Wonderfully well,” said the Colonel, with the calm voice but the twitching face. “She is gone to see Mrs. Ducie, the mother of a lad in my regiment, who was wounded at the same time as Giles, and whom she nursed with him.”
“Is not it very trying?”
“Nothing that is a kindness ever is trying to Emily,” he said, and his voice did tremble this time.
Kate had quietly re-seated herself in her chair. She felt that it was no moment to thru
