“Well,” said Kate, with a certain softness in her tone--she could not help being slightly caressing to anybody she talked confidentially with--“you know we have been friends almost all our lives; at least I was a very small little girl when I first knew you; we used to call you Fred in those days--Minnie and Lizzie and I----” “Minnie and Lizzie call me Fred still,” said her companion, dryly; and he brought his horse very close, almost too close, to her side. “Of course, they are your sisters,” said Kate; “but that was not what I meant. I meant that it was natural I should talk to you. I have not got any brother to advise me, and papa has been so disagreeable; and then, besides knowing me so well, you are quite intimate--with--poor John.” “Do you know,” said Fred, with apparent hesitation, “I meant to have spoken to you on that subject. I fear Mitford does not like it. I don’t blame him. If I had been as fortunate as he is--pardon the supposition--I don’t think I should have liked you--I mean the lady--to talk to any other man of me.” Kate did not answer for some minutes. She went along very slowly, her head and her horse’s drooping in harmony; and then she suddenly roused herself as they came to a level stretch of turf, and with a little wave of her hand went off at full speed. Such abrupt changes were familiar to all her friends, but Fred had a feeling that the caprice for once was policy, and that she wanted time to recover herself, and make up her mind what kind of answer she should give. Perhaps she had another notion too, and had half hoped to shake off her attendant, and pick up some one else who would not tempt her into paths so difficult. However that might be, the fact was that she did not shake Fred off, but found him at her side when she drew rein and breath a good way ahead of the rest of the party. “That was sudden,” he said, with a smile, stopping as she did, and timing all his movements to hers with a deference that half flattered, half annoyed her. And Kate was silent again. Her spirit failed at this emergency--or else, which was more likely, she had not made up her mind that it was an emergency, or that now was the moment when any decision must be made. “I don’t understand why you should feel like that,” she said, all at once. “It is natural to talk about people one--cares for; and who should one talk of them to but their friends? I told you papa had been dreadfully disagreeable all this time--to _him_; I am sure I can’t think why--unless it is to make me unhappy; and I am unhappy whenever I think of it,” Kate added, with a candour of which she herself was unaware. “I think I can understand quite well why,” said Fred. “It is natural enough. I daresay he hates every fellow that ventures to look at you; and as for a man who hopes to take you from him altogether--I don’t see how the best of Christians could be expected to stand that.”