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She had chosen Shawn O'Gara in her own heart even while she was expected to marry Terence Comerford. "Why do you talk of Terence now?" he asked. "I have had a letter from Aunt Grace after all these years." She held the letter towards him. "She has forgiven you?" he asked, making no movement to take the letter. "She is coming back to Inch.
She was glad she had not heard the noise of his arrival and mistaken it for Shawn's. Sir Felix was an old soldier who had held an important command in India. He was a rather fussy but very kind-hearted person whom Mary O'Gara liked better than his handsome cold wife with her organized system of charities. "This is kind, Sir Felix," she said. "Shawn is not home yet.
Patsy had had a hard tussle that morning with an ill-tempered horse he was breaking, and he felt tired out. He had no idea of compelling a horse with a whip. Sir Shawn had bought this horse at a fair a short time before. He was jet-black and they had called him Mustapha.
Tudor's electric brougham that was waiting. 'And the men? he gasped. 'Seen neither of them, sir. She put this note in my hand as she passed me, sir. 'If you please, sir, said Simon Shawn, when he brought Hugo's tea the next morning, 'I am informed that a man has secreted himself on the summit of the dome.
It still wanted a quarter of the hour eight o'clock. She answered in the affirmative. Shawn was always vexed if she waited for him when he was late, wishing she would remember that he might be detained by twenty things. It would be something to do and would suspend for a while the listening which made her head ache. She hated these hours of listening.
Early as they had started she had found time to speak to her husband about the possibility of there having been a marriage. He had found her beside his bed full-dressed when he opened his eyes on the grey morning. "Shawn," she had said, "Could Terence have married Bridyeen Sweeney?" The maze of sleep was still in his eyes. For a moment he stared at her as though she had given him a new idea.
'I reckon you've heard, sir, Albert Shawn began impassively, 'the yarn that's going all round the stores. 'I have not. 'Everyone's whispering, said Albert Shawn, gazing carefully at his boots, 'that Mr. Hugo has taken a kind of a fancy to Miss Payne. Hugo restrained himself. 'Heavens! he exclaimed, with a clever affectation of lightness, 'what next? I've only spoken to the chit once.
"You are better, Shawn, wonderfully better," she said, leaning down to see his face, for firelight and the shaded lamp did not much assist her short-sighted eyes. "I am free of pain," he answered. "I don't know when it may return. Give me something to keep me going while I talk."
"I hope Mustapha will repay all the time and care you have spent on him, Patsy," she said, and would not acknowledge that her heart had turned cold for a second. She hoped Shawn would be home early, before she had time to feel alarmed. Of course there was no cause for alarm. Patsy himself said that Mustapha had come to be that kind that a lamb or a child could play with him.
If Shawn had not been lying as he was, helpless, might not he have been suspected of a hand in the death of the man who had made such charges against him? Lady O'Gara left Terry eating his curry the Castle Talbot cook made a particularly good and hot curry with a quickly recovered appetite, and went upstairs to where Patsy Kenny was sitting by the fire in the sick-room.
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