Captain Monk was recovering rapidly. His sudden illness had been caused
by drinking some cold cider when some out-door exercise had made him
dangerously hot. The alarm and apprehension had now subsided; and Mrs.
Hamlyn, arriving three days ago in answer to the hasty summons, was
thinking of returning to London.
"You are cheating!" called out Kate, flying off at a tangent to cross
her governess's path. "You've no right to get before me!"
"Gently," corrected Miss West. "My dear, we have run enough for to-day."
"We haven't, you ugly, cross old thing! Aunt Eliza says you _are_ ugly.
And--"
The young lady's amenities were cut short by finding herself suddenly
lifted off her feet by Mr. Harry Carradyne, who had come behind them.
"Let me alone, Harry! You are always coming where you are not wanted.
Aunt Eliza says so."
A sudden light, as of mirth, illumined Harry Carradyne's fresh, frank
countenance. "Aunt Eliza says all those things, does she? Well, Miss
Kate, she also says something else--that you are now to go indoors."
"What for? I shan't go in."
"Oh, very well. Then that dandified silk frock for the new year that the
dressmaker is waiting to try on can be put aside until midsummer."
Kate dearly loved new silk frocks, and she raced away. The governess
followed more slowly, Mr. Carradyne talking by her side.
For some months now their love dream had been going on; aye, and the
love-making too.
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