A Sister of the Red Cross: A Tale of the South African War. L. T. Meade

      Keith shrugged his shoulders. He was fond of Kitty, and was sorry to see her put out.

      "What can be the matter?" he said to himself. He knew her well enough not to place much faith in the headache.

      The rest of the dinner was a dismal failure, and when it was over Kitty retired to the back drawing-room. Nothing mattered, she said to herself; Gavon, after all, did not care for her. He was polite, civil, even affectionate, because he did not want to hurt her feelings.

      Meanwhile Mrs. Keith, in the other room, was talking to Mollie.

      "Gavon tells me that there is not a doubt that war will be declared immediately," she said. "There are moments when all mothers have to crush their feelings; but when it is the case of an only son it is terribly difficult. It is hard to see him go away into danger, and to feel that he may never return!"