ent over
her to see if she wanted anything.

"I did not mind much about them," Tom said, "till it got to broad
daylight, when I saw the man was Dr. Grant, and when we reached New York
the lady threw back her veil and I saw it was Mrs. Cameron."

"Are you sure?" and Wilford grasped Tom's arm with an energy which made
the boy wince, while there came over him a suspicion that he had talked
too much.

But it could not now be helped, and to Wilford's question he answered:

"Yes, for she bowed to me and smiled."

"Where did they go?" was the next question, put in thunder tones, for
Wilford was remembering things Katy said in her delirium, and which were
now explained, if Tom's statement was true.

"They went off in a carriage toward your house, and that night I heard
she was sick," Tom said, going back to his book, while Wilford seized
his hat and started up Broadway. It was not his intention when he left
the office to question the servants with regard to his wife, for every
feeling and principle of his nature shrank from such an act, but by the
time his home could be reached it could scarcely be said that he was in
his right mind, and meeting Phillips in the hall, he demanded of her "if
she remembered the day when Mrs. Cameron was first taken ill."

Yes. Phillips remembered how sick Esther said she looked when she came
home from his father's, where she spent the night.

"Oh, yes; she stayed at my father's then. It was very proper she
should," Wilford replied, recollecting himself, and trying to appear
natural, so that Phillips would not suspect him of any special purpose
in questioning her.

If Katy spent the night at his father's then Tom's statement was not
true, and dismissing Phillips he hastened to his mother, to whom he put
the question:

"Did Katy stay here a night while I was gone, the night but one after
that dinner when she heard of Genevra, I mean?"

"Why, no," Mrs. Cameron replied, in some surprise. "Katy has not stayed
here since last October, just after she came from Silverton, and you
were in Detroit. Why do you ask? What is the matter? What do you fear?"

Wilford would not tell his mother what he feared, but waived her
question by bidding her repeat what she could remember of the day when
she was first summoned to Katy, and to tell him also who was there.

"Dr. Grant was there, and Dr. Craig," she said. "The former, as I
understood from Esther, had just come to the city and called on Katy,
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