The man’s lip quivered under the sting of this disappointment and mortification. He began not to know what he was saying. “Let us not say any more--oh, let us not say any more! That was unkind that you said. I could give you no certainty, for I had none; and to-day--I know that it is impossible! Dr. Burnet, I cannot say any more.” “But, Miss Tredgold,” he cried in his rage, “there is a great deal more to be said! I have a right to an explanation! I have a right to---- Good heavens, do you mean that nothing is to come of it after all?” he cried. CHAPTER XXXIII. It turned out that there was indeed a great deal more to be said. Dr. Burnet came back after the extraordinary revelation of that evening. He left Katherine on the cliff in the silvery light of the lingering day, with all the tender mists of her dream dispersed, to recognise the dreadful fact that she had behaved very badly to a man who had done nothing but good to her. It was for this he had been so constant night and day. No man in the island had been so taken care of, so surrounded with vigilant attention, as old Mr. Tredgold--not for the fees he gave certainly, which were no more than those of any other man, not for love of him, but for Katherine. And now Katherine refused to pay the price--nay, more, stood up against any such plea--as if he had no right to ask her or to be considered more than another man. Dr. Burnet would not accept his dismissal, he would not listen to her prayer to say no more of it. He would not believe that it was true, or that by reasoning and explanation it might not yet be made right.