"In that case, _let_ them fight," said her legal adviser, dispassionately. "Whichever fool gets killed, you will be none the poorer." And the dog wore a sober complacency. Catharine turned her large eyes on him with horror and amazement, but said nothing. As for the lawyer, he was more struck with her sagacity than with anything. He somewhat overrated it,--not being aware of the private reasons she had for thinking that her two testators were enemies to the death. "I almost think you are right," said he; "for I got a curious missive from Mr. Gaunt scarce an hour agone, and he says--let me see what he says"---- "Nay, let _me_ see," said Kate. On that he handed her Griffith's note. It ran thus:-- "It is possible I may not be able to conduct the funeral. Should this be so, I appoint you to act for me. So, then, good Mr. Houseman, let me count on you to be here at nine of the clock. For Heaven's sake fail me not. "Your humble servant, "G. G." This note left no doubt in Kate's mind. "Now, first of all," said she, "what answer made you to this?" "What answer should I make? I pledged my word to be at Bolton at nine of the clock." "Oh, blind!" sighed Kate. "And I must be out of the room! What shall I do? My dear friend, forgive me: I am a wretched girl. I am to blame. I ought to have dismissed them both, or else decided between them. But who would have thought it would go this length? I did not think Griffith was brave enough. Have pity on me, and help me. Stop this fearful fighting." And now the young creature clung to the man-of-business, and prayed and prayed him earnestly to avert bloodshed. Mr. Houseman was staggered by this passionate appeal from one who so rarely lost her self-command. He soothed her as well as he could, and said he would do his best,--but added, which was very true, that he thought her interference would be more effective than his own. "What care these young bloods for an old attorney? I should fare ill, came I between their rapiers. To be sure, I might bind them over to keep the peace. But, Mistress Kate, now be frank with me; then I can serve you better. You love one of these two: that is clear. Which is the man?--that I may know what I am about." For all her agitation, Kate was on her guard in some things. "Nay," she faltered, "I love neither,--not to say love them: but I pity him so!" "Which?" "Both." "Ay, Mistress; but which do you pity most?" asked the shrewd lawyer. "Whichever shall come to harm for my sake," replied the simple girl. "You could not go to them to-night, and bring them to reason?" asked she, piteously. She went to the window to see what sort of a night it was. She drew the heavy crimson curtains and opened the window. In rushed a bitter blast laden with flying snow. The window-ledges, too, were clogged with snow, and all the ground was white.