"On yours and my own." Her eyes sank, and her hands played nervously with the handle of a small dainty leather bag she carried, as she paused. Then, looking up steadily, and speaking in a monotonous tone, as if she were repeating a lesson, with parched lips she went on: "I did you a great wrong some years ago. I was sorry, but I had not the courage to atone until I learned (only yesterday) that you had lost, or rather given up, your fortune, and that your engagement might be broken off. (I _must_ speak of these things. You will forgive me before I come to an end.) Then I felt something stronger than myself that forced me to tell you all." Her heart beat so hard that her voice could not be steadied. She stopped to breathe. "I fear you are exciting yourself needlessly," said Errington, quite bewildered, and almost fearing that his visitor's brain was affected. "Oh, listen!--do listen! My uncle, John Liddell, your father's old friend, left all his money to you. I hid the will, and succeeded as next of kin. The property amounts to something more than eighty thousand pounds, and I have not spent half the income, so there are some savings besides. Can you not live comfortably on that, and marry Lady Alice?" Errington gazed at her for a moment speechless. A sigh of relief broke from Katherine. The color rose to her cheeks, her throat, her small white ears, and then slowly faded. "I can hardly understand you, Miss Liddell. I fear you are under the effect of some nervous hallucination." "I am not. I can prove I am not." She drew forth the packet inscribed "MS. to be destroyed," and laid it before him. "There is the will. Thank God I never could bring myself to destroy it. Here, pray read it." She opened the document and handed it to him. There were a few moments' dead silence while Errington hastily skimmed the will. "_I_ am most reluctantly obliged to believe you," he said at length. "But what an extraordinary circumstance! How"--looking earnestly at her--"how did it ever occur to you to--to--" "To commit a felony?" put in Katherine, as he paused. "No; I was not going to use such a word," he said, gravely, but not unkindly. "If you have time to listen I will tell you everything. Now that I have told the ugly secret that has made a discord in my life, I can speak more easily." But her sweet mouth still quivered. "Yes, tell me all," said Errington, more eagerly than perhaps he had ever spoken before. In a low but more composed voice Katherine gave a rapid account of the circumstances which led to her residence with her uncle: of her intense desire to help the dear mother whose burden was almost more than she could bear; then of the change which came to the old miser--his increasing interest in herself, and finally of his expressed intention to change his will--as she hoped, in her favor; of her leaving it, by his direction, in the writing-table drawer; of his terribly sudden death.