“Why will you go away and leave us, Edwin?” said Kate, one evening when they happened to be alone, about two weeks before his expected departure.  “I do think it very strange!”

Edwin had avoided, as much as possible, being alone with Kate, a fact which the observant maiden had not failed to notice.  Their being alone now was from accident rather than design on his part.

“I think it right for me to go, Kate,” the young man replied, as calmly as it was possible for him to speak under the circumstances.  “And when I think it right to do a thing, I never hesitate or look back.”

“You have a reason, for going, of course.  Why, then, not tell it frankly?  Are we not all your friends?”

Edwin was silent, and his eyes rested upon the floor, while a deeper flush than usual was upon his face.  Kate looked at him fixedly.  Suddenly a new thought flashed through her mind, and the color on her own cheeks grew warmer.  Her voice from that moment was lower and more tender; and her eyes, as she conversed with the young man, were never a moment from his face.  As for him, his embarrassment in her presence was never more complete, and he betrayed the secret that was in his heart even while he felt the most earnest to conceal it.  Conscious of this, he excused himself and retired as soon as it was possible to do so.

Kate sat thoughtful for some time after he had left.  Then rising up, she went, with a firm step to her father’s room.

“I have found out,” she said, speaking with great self-composure, “the reason why Edwin persists in going away.”

“Ah! what is the reason, Kate?  I would give much to know.”

“He is in love,” replied Kate, promptly.

“In love!  How do you know that?”

“I made the discovery to-night.”

“Love should keep him at home, not drive him away,” said Mr. Darlington.

“But he loves hopelessly,” returned the maiden.  “He is poor, and the object of his regard belongs to a wealthy family.”

“And her friends will have nothing to do with him.”

“I am not so sure of that.  But he formed an acquaintance with the young lady under circumstances that would make it mean, in his eyes, to urge any claims upon her regard.”

“Then honor as well as love takes him away.”

“Honor in fact; not love.  Love would make him stay,” replied the maiden with a sparkling eye, and something of proud elevation in the tones of her voice.

A faint suspicion of the truth now came stealing on the mind of Mr. Darlington.

“Does the lady know of his preference for her?” he asked.

“Not through any word or act of his, designed to communicate a knowledge of the fact,” replied Kate, her eyes falling under the earnest look bent upon her by Mr. Darlington.

“Has he made you his confidante?”

“No, sir.  I doubt if the secret has ever passed his lips.”  Kate’s face was beginning to crimson, but she drove back the tell-tale blood with a strong effort of the will.