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“I suppose you absorbed all the sense of our family,” I said drearily. “There now, Alicia, do leave me alone. I’m down in the very depths already.”

“What do you mean to do now?” said Alicia scornfully. “Go back to Valleyfield and marry that starving country doctor of yours, I suppose?”

I flared up then; Alicia might abuse me all she liked, but I wasn’t going to hear a word against Jack.

“Yes, I will, if he’ll have me,” I said, and I marched out of the room and upstairs, with my head very high.

Of course I decided to leave Montreal as soon as I could. But I couldn’t get away within a week, and it was a very unpleasant one. Alicia treated me with icy indifference, and I knew I should never be reinstated in her good graces.

To my surprise, Roger took my part. “Let the girl alone,” he told Alicia. “If she doesn’t love Sinclair, she was right in refusing him. I, for one, am glad that she has got enough truth and womanliness in her to keep her from selling herself.”

Then he came to the library where I was moping, and laid his hand on my head.

“Little girl,” he said earnestly, “no matter what anyone says to you, never marry a man for his money or for any other reason on earth except because you love him.”

This comforted me greatly, and I did not cry myself to sleep that night as usual.

At last I got away. I had telegraphed to Jack: “Am coming home Wednesday; meet me at train,” and I knew he would be there. How I longed to see him again–dear, old, badly treated Jack.

I got to Valleyfield just at dusk. It was a rainy evening, and everything was slush and fog and gloom. But away up I saw the home light at Thrush Hill, and Jack was waiting for me on the platform.

“Oh, Jack!” I said, clinging to him, regardless of appearances. “Oh, I’m so glad to be back.”

“That’s right, Kitty. I knew you wouldn’t forget us. How well you are looking!”

“I suppose I ought to be looking wretched,” I said penitently. “I’ve been behaving very badly, Jack. Wait till we get away from the crowd and I’ll tell you all about it.”

And I did.

I didn’t gloss over anything, but just confessed the whole truth. Jack heard me through in silence, and then he kissed me.

“Can you forgive me, Jack, and take me back?” I whispered, cuddling up to him.

And he said–but, on second thought, I will not write down what he said.

We are to be married in June.