She felt angry at herself--angry with Mr.Barker, with her sister, and with Reuben.
She was standing there, with her lips pressed together as she thought over the matter, when Mrs.Barker came into the room.
"He is awake now, my dear.

Perhaps you had better go in to him." Then she dismissed from her mind the events of the last few minutes, and went in to take her place by the side of her husband.
But as, during the long hours of the night, she sat there and thought over what had passed since the preceding evening, the thought of how much she owed to Reuben Whitney was uppermost in her mind; and when in the morning Mrs.Barker relieved her, she went into the other room, where Mr.Barker and Kate were about to sit down to breakfast, and said: "Mr.Barker, I thank you for what you said to me last night.

You were right and I was wrong.

I was ungrateful, and ungenerous.

I can only say that it was a very sore subject, and that in my surprise I thought of the past, and not the present.