She was really too perverse. A certain amount of perversity was to be allowed for in a young lady whose lover had thrown her over; but not such an amount as would prove inconvenient to his apologists.' That you should be reasonable,' said Mrs Penniman, with some sternness;' that you should take counsel of worldly prudence, and submit to practical considerations; that you should agree to - a - separate.'

Catherine had been ice up to this moment, but at this word she flamed up.' Separate? What do you know about our separating?'

Mrs Penniman shook her head with a sadness in which there was almost a sense of injury.' Your pride is my pride, and your susceptibilities are mine. I see your side perfectly, but I also - , and she smiled with melancholy suggestiveness -' I also see the situation as a whole!'

This suggestiveness was lost upon Catherine, who repeated her violent inquiry.' Why do you talk about separation; what do you know about it?'

'We must study resignation,' said Mrs Penniman, hesitating, but sententious at a venture.

'Resignation to what?'

'To a change of - of our plans.'

'My plans have not changed!' said Catherine, with a little laugh.

'Ah, but Mr Townsend's have,' her aunt answered very gently.

'What do you mean?'

There was an imperious brevity in the tone of this inquiry against which Mrs Penniman felt bound to protest; the information with which she had undertaken to supply her niece was after all a favor. She had tried sharpness, and she had tried sternness; but neither would do; she was shocked at the girl's obstinacy.' Ah well,' she said,' if he hasn't told you!...' and she turned away.

Catherine watched her a moment in silence; then she hurried after her, stopping her before she reached the door.' Told me what? What do you mean? What are you hinting at and threatening me with?'

'Isn't it broken off?' asked Mrs Penniman. 'My engagement? Not in the least!'

'I beg your pardon in that case. I have spoken too soon!'

'Too soon? Soon or late,' Catherine broke out, 'you speak foolishly and cruelly!'

'What has happened between you then?' asked her aunt, struck by the sincerity of this cry;' for something certainly has happened.'

'Nothing has happened but that I love him more and more!' Mrs Penniman was silent an instant. 'I suppose that's the reason

you went to see him this afternoon.'

Catherine flushed as if she had been struck. 'Yes, I did go to see him! But that's my own business.'

'Very well, then; we won't talk about it.' And Mrs Penniman moved toward the door again; but she was stopped by a sudden imploring cry from the girl.

'Aunt Lavinia, where has he gone?'

'Ah, you admit then that he has gone away! Didn't they know at his house?'