"No, I should not have given it up," she stopped a moment, then, without giving herself time for further cowardice, entered the room, and met an earnest, enquiring glance from Egerton's dark brown eyes. Kate had a good deal of self-command, but it had been much tried of late; she felt her heart stand still for a second, and then throb violently; instinctively covering her eyes with one hand, she held out the other, silently, and it was quickly, warmly, yet gently, clasped in both of Egerton's. "I fear we have startled you," said he, calmly, with a certain tone of deep feeling in his voice, which acted on Kate's nerves like a restorative. "Yes," she replied, tremulously; but recovering herself, and withdrawing her hand--"I had no idea who the gentleman was, they told me had come in with Mr. Winter--I am very glad to see you." And she sat down feeling quite incapable of standing any longer. Egerton placed himself beside her, and Winter stood opposite, in a state of fume, against the stupidity of lodging-house servants. "I told the thick-headed girl, as plainly as possible, Colonel Egerton, on purpose to prepare you. I knew the memories--humph pooh," and Winter stopped abruptly, for Egerton, whose eyes were fixed on Kate's face, raised his hand significantly as he observed her changing colour. And this was their first meeting--not very demonstrative, yet Kate was satisfied. Winter rattled on, apparently well pleased, but Egerton and Kate were very silent, the latter particularly so. "I was hurrying down Pall Mall, in hopes of catching Mrs. Winter before she started on any shopping expedition, when suddenly, an iron grasp on my shoulder arrested my progress. I just looked round, previous to calling the police, and saw Egerton's face considerably browner than when last I beheld it--he was not very connected at first." "No," interrupted Egerton, "I was breathless--I had just issued from my club, when I caught a glimpse of your well-remembered figure--to give chase was my first impulse--better get into a scrape than miss the man I had been so long looking for, so here I am; and are you quite well, Miss Vernon? You look--" "You must not tell me I am looking ill," said Kate, with something of her old archness, a soft smile playing round her lips, and dimpling her cheek, as a sudden gleam of sunshine calls forth a thousand diamond sparkles from the bosom of a sleeping lake. "You do not look well," persisted Egerton, too earnest to be complimentary; and then, strange to say, there was an awkward pause--their hearts were too full to speak on any common-place topic, and they dared not touch upon anything deeper. Winter did good service, however, and at last Kate ventured to ask-- "Have you been long in England, Captain--I mean Colonel Egerton." He smiled, his own bright smile--lip and eyes in unhesitating harmony.