hear. Go to sleep again. Yes, do."

But Aunt Jane was kissing and fondling all the time; and the end of
this sad naughty evening was, that Kate went to sleep with more
softness, love, and repentance in her heart, than there had been
since her coming to Bruton Street.



CHAPTER VII.



Lady Caergwent was thoroughly ashamed and bumbled by that unhappy
evening. She looked so melancholy and subdued in the morning, with
her heavy eyelids and inflamed eyes, and moved so meekly and sadly,
without daring to look up, that Lady Barbara quite pitied her, and
said--more kindly than she had ever spoken to her before:

"I see you are sorry for the exposure last night, so we will say no
more about it. I will try to forget it. I hope our friends may."

That hope sounded very much like "I do not think they will;" and
truly Kate felt that it was not in the nature of things that they
ever should. She should never have forgotten the sight of a little
girl in that frenzy of passion! No, she was sure that their mamma
and papa knew all about it, and that she should never be allowed to
play with them again, and she could not even wish to meet them, she
should be miserably ashamed, and would not know which way to look.