saw a change in him. There was something in his manner
unnaturally passive and subdued. It suggested the idea of a man whose
mind had been forced into an effort of self-control which had exhausted
its power, and had allowed the signs of depression and fatigue to find
their way to the surface. The Captain was quiet, the Captain was kind;
neither by word nor look did he warn Catherine that the continuity of
their intimacy was in danger of being broken--and yet, her spirits sank,
when they met at the open door.

He led her to a chair, and said she had come to him at a time when he
especially wished to speak with her. Kitty asked if she might remain
with them. He put his hand caressingly on her head; "No, my dear, not
now."

The child eyed him for a moment, conscious of something which she had
never noticed in him before, and puzzled by the discovery. She walked
back, cowed and silent, to the door. He followed her and spoke to Mrs.
Presty.

"Take your grandchild into the garden; we will join you there in a
little while. Good-by for the present, Kitty."

Kitty said good-by mechanically--like a dull child repeating a lesson.
Her grandmother led her away in silence.

Bennydeck closed the door and seated himself by Catherine.

"I thank you for your letter," he said. "If such a thing is possible, it
has given me a higher opinion of you than any opinion that I have held
yet."

She looked at him with a feeling of surprise, so sudden and so
overwhelming that she was at a loss how to reply. The last words which
she expected to hear from him, when he alluded to her confession, were
the words that had just passed his lips.

"You have owned to faults that you have committed, and deceptions that
you have sanctioned," he went on--"with nothing to gain, and everything
to lose, by telling the truth. Who but a good woman would have done
that?"

There was a deeper feeling in him than he had ventured to express. It
betrayed itself by a momentary trembling in his voice. Catherine drew a
little closer to him.

"You don't know how you surprise me, how you relieve me," she said,
warmly--and pressed his hand. In the eagerness of her gratitude, in the
gladness that had revived her sinking heart, she failed to feel that the
pressure was not returned.

"What have I said to surprise you?" he asked. "What anxiety have I
relieved, without knowing it?"

"I was afraid you would despise me."

"Why should I despise you?"

"Have I not gai