Kate was angry, but of one thing she informed herself at once--it was that she was not going to lose Bruce Jermyn because of any flirtation he might have had with that flighty girl, or of any letters that might have passed between them. Men would be flirts, she supposed--that is, bachelors would--but she would marry Bruce Jermyn, even if he had flirted with half the women in creation. She had long cherished the fine belief that no man ever strays from a woman who appreciates him; when she became Mrs. Jermyn she would be everything to him that wife could be to husband, and then she would defy anyone, even a girl as pretty as Fenie, to get and keep a bit of his heart. As to Fenie, it would break Harry's heart to lose her, and if temptation were out of her way she probably would love Harry sincerely after they were married. Jermyn would be out of the way in a day or two,--but, oh, how she did wish she knew what was in the letter which the two had talked about? Fenie finally returned and Kate said to her: "You expect Harry this evening, I suppose?" "Oh, yes, I suppose so." "I hope you will have a very pleasant evening with each other." "Oh, so do I. I hope it will be pleasanter than last evening. If that dreadful let----" Fenie stopped abruptly, but it was too late. Kate was regarding her searchingly, and Fenie's face became scarlet. "What letter do you refer to?" "Oh, don't ask, please." Fenie felt that she should scream. "A letter which has made much unhappiness for you and Harry?" "Yes; yes; oh, yes!" Fenie looked so miserable that Kate almost forgave her. After all, was she not a mere girl? Perhaps a womanly word, spoken in season, might do her good, beside providing peace for Kate's own mind in the future. So she began: "I believe you're real sorry about it." "Oh, indeed I am; sorrier than I can begin to tell you." "Then, dear," said Kate, compelling a genuine pardoning spirit to take possession of herself, "try to think no more about it, no matter what the contents of the letter may be. Let bygones be bygones. Some things must be lived down, if we are to be all we should. Do your share toward it, and all may yet be well." "But you--and Jermyn--" So Jermyn really was implicated! Nevertheless, Kate set her lips firmly and replied: "Jermyn shall live it down; I shall never recall the matter to his attention, but shall do all in my power to make him forget the letter." "But," said Fenie, with a wondering look, "how did you chance to know anything about it?" "Never mind about that. You still love Harry, don't you?" "Indeed, yes!" "And you will show him that letter--after you are married?" "Why, yes--if it is ever found." Kate wanted one more proof of Fenie's repentance; it was a hard one to exact, but she was determined to have it. "You will show the letter to me too?" "Yes--after you are married, and if you'll promise to forgive us."