"I knew it, dear," she said, going to her side. "I was sure you
were grieving about something, and I believe that Ned Willard is
the cause of it. I saw him this morning when I was out with Dr.
Stanley."
"You did! He didn't say that he had seen you," exclaimed Sadie, in
astonishment. Then, realizing how she had committed herself, she
colored a vivid scarlet and fell to weeping afresh.
"Ah! then he has been here!" said Katherine. "I thought so, when
you came in to lunch." There was a moment of awkward silence, then
she resumed: "Sadie, I do not wish to force your confidence, but I
am going to tell you frankly what is on my mind, and I hope you
will feel it is only my friendship for you that impels me to say
it. I noticed, for a long time before school closed, that you were
not yourself, that you were depressed and unhappy, and I was
confident that Mr. Willard was the cause of it; that it was on his
account you refused to go to Europe with your guardian. It even
seemed to me that you were almost on the point of taking some
step, doing something rash, from which you instinctively shrank,
and when I asked you to come home with me you seized the
opportunity as a loophole of escape. Of course, I have not been
blind and I have suspected that certain letters which have come to
you here were from Mr. Willard, and when I saw him to-day I feared
he had followed you and would make you 'wretched' again. I did not
know him at first, but he recognized me and spoke to me."
She paused irresolute for a moment, then continued:
"I am going to tell you all, Sadie, for I know it is right you
should learn the truth. Dr. Stanley looked amazed when Mr. Willard
spoke to me, and inquired, if I knew the man. I told him I had
simply been introduced to him, and he said, 'He is a person whose
acquaintance is very undesirable; he is a drunkard and a gambler;
he belongs to a good family, but he is their thorn in the flesh,
because of his dissolute ways.' Perhaps this sounds harsh, even
unkind to you, but I am trying to do by you as I would by my own
sister if I had one. I don't want you to spoil your life, Sadie."
The girl had been growing more composed during Katherine's
revelations, and when she concluded she sat up on the bed, threw
her handkerchief away and faced her.
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