Of the days that followed our reconciliation I tried to make the most. Too much time already had been wasted and spoiled by clouds of jealousy and other troubles. I knew the kind of love Katherine offered me was very different from the kind of love I had desired, and in the old days dreamed of, but more than this I did not know, and some instinct kept me from trying to find out. We had become again such friends as we had been last year, and I lent myself to a certain protective quality in her affection for me, because I felt that it was in this way she could care for me most. From her point of view I knew that if I could have dropped back two or three years nearer to my childhood it would really have been preferable. She would have liked to pet me and tell me stories. What her brother thought of our quarrel, and of our making up again, I never heard. He gave no sign of having noticed anything. I had ceased, indeed, to see very much of him, for he had taken to knocking about the Club House and the hotel more and more. This left Katherine and me almost wholly to each other’s company. I saw her each morning, afternoon, and evening, and I moved through day after day in a kind of dream, as if this ideal life were to last for ever. One afternoon I went up to Derryaghy as usual, but the servant who answered the door told me Mrs. Carroll wished to see me, and when I was shown into the morning-room I found her there alone. “Oh, I wanted to speak to you, Peter,” she said. “Katherine is out with her mother, who arrived an hour ago. They went out after lunch.” I stared my surprise. “I didn’t know she was coming!” I murmured. “Neither did anybody else. She didn’t even send a telegram.” From her tone I gathered that Mrs. Carroll was not altogether pleased by this unexpected visit. “What has she come _for_?” I asked. “That’s just what I want you to tell me. The woman is raging with me, and now we’re alone we’d better have the whole matter out.” “But what matter?” I inquired innocently. “What have _I_ to do with it?” “Goodness knows! Sit down, child; I want to talk to you seriously.... Miss Dick said something to me more than once, but Miss Dick is a perfect fool when it comes to questions of this kind, and I paid no attention to her.” She looked at me. “Don’t you understand? It is about Katherine――about you and Katherine. Mrs. Dale’s visit is the result of some letter which Katherine sent to her, and which I haven’t seen. How was I to imagine such things? I had always looked upon you as children, and now she arrives, simply furious, and accuses me of not looking after her daughter.” I had begun to blush. “Tell me exactly how much there is in it all?” Mrs. Carroll continued. “You are the only person who appears to have any common-sense.” “What does she say?” I asked ingenuously. “She says―― Oh! what doesn’t she say? She says she’s going to take Katherine home with her to-morrow, and that she thought she should have been able to trust me!”