"So it did," said Kitty, furtively applying her lace handkerchief to her
tears; "but"--her voice dropped--"when one's unhappy--very
unhappy--things like that--things like _Heaven_--hurt! Oh, what a _fool_
I am!" And she sat straightly up, looking round her.

There was a pause; then Ashe said, in another voice:

"Look here, you know this won't do. I thought we were to be cousins."

"Well?" said Kitty, indifferently, not looking at him.

"And I understood that I was to be taken into respectable cousinly
counsel?"

"Well?" said Kitty again, crumbling her bread. "I can't do it here, can
I?"

Ashe laughed.

"Well, anyhow, we're going to sample the garden to-morrow morning,
aren't we?"

"I suppose so," said Kitty. Then, after a moment, she looked at her
right-hand neighbor, the young politician to whom as yet she had
scarcely vouchsafed a word.

"What's his name?" she asked, under her breath. Ashe repeated it.

"Perhaps I ought to talk to him?"