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When Professor Keith came up to bid Miss Rangely good-bye on the eve of her departure from Harbour Hill, he looked like a man who was being led to execution without benefit of clergy. But he kept himself well in hand and talked calmly on impersonal subjects. After all, it was Katherine who made the first break when she got up to say good-bye. She was in the middle of some conventional sentence when she suddenly stopped short, and her voice trailed off in a babyish quiver.

The professor put out his arm and drew her close to him. His hat dropped under their feet and was trampled on, but I doubt if Professor Keith knows the difference to this day, for he was fully absorbed in kissing Katherine’s hair. When she became cognizant of this fact, she drew herself away.

“Oh, Sidney, don’t!–think of Edith! I feel like a traitor.”

“Do you think she would care very much if I–if you–if we–” hesitated the professor.

“Oh, it would break her heart,” cried Katherine with convincing earnestness. “I know it would–and Ned’s too. They must never know.”

The professor stooped and began hunting for his maltreated hat. He was a long time finding it, and when he did he went softly to the door. With his hand on the knob, he paused and looked back.

“Good-bye, Miss Rangely,” he said softly.

But Katherine, whose face was buried in the cushions of the lounge, did not hear him and when she looked up he was gone.

* * * * *

Katharine felt that life was stale, flat and unprofitable when she alighted at Riverton station in the dusk of the next evening. She was not expected until a later train and there was no one to meet her. She walked drearily through the streets to her boarding house and entered her room unannounced. Edith, who was lying on the bed, sprang up with a surprised greeting. It was too dark to be sure, but Katherine had an uncomfortable suspicion that her friend had been crying, and her heart quaked guiltily. Could Edith have suspected anything?

“Why, we didn’t think you’d be up till the 8:30 train, and Ned and I were going to meet you.”

“I found I could catch an earlier train, so I took it,” said Katherine, as she dropped listlessly into a chair. “I am tired to death and I have such a headache. I can’t see anyone tonight, not even Ned.”

“You poor dear,” said Edith sympathetically, beginning a search for the cologne. “Lie down on the bed and I’ll bathe your poor head. Did you have a good time at Harbour Hill? And how did you leave Sid? Did he say anything about coming up?”

“Oh, he was quite well,” said Katherine wearily. “I didn’t hear him say if he intended to come up or not. There, thanks–that will do nicely.”

After Edith had gone down, Katherine tossed about restlessly. She knew Ned had come and she did not want to see him. But, after all, it was only putting off the evil day, and it was treating him rather shabbily. She would go down for a minute.

There were two doors to the parlour, and Katherine went by way of the library one, over which a portiere was hanging. Her hand was lifted to draw it back when she heard something that arrested the movement.

A woman was crying in the room beyond. It was Edith–and what was she saying?

“Oh, Ned, it is all perfectly dreadful! I couldn’t look Catherine in the face when she came home. I’m so ashamed of myself and I never meant to be so false. We must never let her suspect for a minute.”

“It’s pretty rough on a fellow,” said another voice–Ned’s voice–in a choked sort of a way. “Upon my word, Edith, I don’t see how I’m going to keep it up.”

“You must,” sobbed Edith. “It would break her heart–and Sidney’s too. We must just make up our minds to forget each other, Ned, and you must marry Katherine.”

Just at this point Katherine became aware that she was eavesdropping and she went away noiselessly. She did not look in the least like a person who has received a mortal blow, and she had forgotten her headache altogether.

When Edith came up half an hour later, she found the worn-out invalid sitting up and reading a novel.

“How is your headache, dear?” she asked, carefully keeping her face turned away from Katherine.

“Oh, it’s all gone,” said Miss Rangely cheerfully.

“Why didn’t you come down then? Ned was here.”

“Well, Ede, I did go down, but I thought I wasn’t particularly wanted, so I came back.”

Edith faced her friend in dismay, forgetful of swollen lids and tear-stained cheeks.

“Katherine!”

“Don’t look so conscience stricken, my dear child. There is no harm done.”

“You heard–“

“Some surprising speeches. So you and Ned have gone and fallen in love with one another?”

“Oh, Katherine,” sobbed Edith, “we–we–couldn’t help it–but it’s all over. Oh, don’t be angry with me!”

“Angry? My dear, I’m delighted.”

“Delighted?”

“Yes, you dear goose. Can’t you guess, or must I tell you? Sidney and I did the very same, and had just such a melancholy parting last night as I suspect you and Ned had tonight.”

“Katherine!”

“Yes, it’s quite true. And of course we made up our minds to sacrifice ourselves on the altar of duty and all that. But now, thank goodness, there is no need of such wholesale immolation. So just let’s forgive each other.”

“Oh,” sighed Edith happily, “it is almost too good to be true.”

“It is really providentially ordered, isn’t it?” said Katherine. “Ned and I would never have got on together in the world, and you and Sidney would have bored each other to death. As it is, there will be four perfectly happy people instead of four miserable ones. I’ll tell Ned so tomorrow.”