Kate’s eyes flashed with his remark about her past.
“That’s another thing! I’m sick to death of hearing nasty comments about my mother and my upbringing. You know what she told me before she died? She said you were fair and kind! But you’re not! You’re just like her father. You’re mean!”
Her uncle eyed her for some moments; Andrew Highgrove seeing a great deal of his sister’s beauty and wit in Kate. She’d been so subdued and docile when she first arrived; but that flash of spirit was appearing more and more all the time. He’d expected this outburst before now, and wasn’t at all upset by it.
“Perhaps you need a break from your studies,” he suggested. “Then you can go back to your work with a fresh point of view.”
“A break?” she questioned. Her anger had fled in face of her uncle’s utter
