It was to Kate, of course.

She had strolled down to the gate to meet him, in the red light of the sunset, as he came home from a day's gunning.

He had taken, of late, to being absent a great deal, fishing and shooting; and those last three days he had been away from breakfast until dinner.
"Going to Montreal ?" repeated Kate.

"What for ?" "To see a friend of mine--Major Forsyth.

He has come over lately, with his wife, and I have just heard of it.