So good-by. Shall you be at Madame
Caravicelli's this evening?"
"I am not sure. I don't feel much disposed to go."
"Good-by for the present, then. Good-morning," to Mrs. Ormonde, and Miss
Bradley swept out of the room.
"Well, Katherine!" cried Mrs. Ormonde, when her sister-in-law returned,
"you seem to have fallen on your feet here. Pray who is that fine,
elegant girl who seems so fond of you?"
"She is the daughter of a wealthy publisher, and has been very kind to
me."
"Ah, yes! I remember now, Lady Carton said she would have a large
fortune; and so she is your intimate friend?"
"Well, a very kind friend."
"Now I must bid you good-by. I am sure I am very glad you are so
comfortable. I am going back to Castleford to-morrow, or I should call
again. You are going to be Lucky Katherine, after all; I am sure you
are;" and with many sweet words she disappeared.
"Lucky," repeated Katherine, as she returned to her task, "mine has been
strange luck."
* * * * *
Despite Mrs. Ormonde's assurances that De Burgh had quite forgotten her,
the news that he was once more in town disturbed Katherine. Unless some
new fancy had driven her out of his head, she felt sure that his first
step in the new and independent existence on which he had entered would
be to seek her out and renew the offer he had twice made before.
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