"Why did you not tell me you had known her, when you wrote ?" she asked.
"It wouldn't have done any good.

I did what you wanted done, you know.

I thought that was enough." "It was enough," echoed Catherine, with a quick return of grace.

She looked into the fire.

"I don't want to be hard upon the poor thing, Duncan! I know you think we women always are, upon each other.