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Tynan's house. "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Crozier enigmatically. Presently, with suppressed excitement as she saw the Young Doctor reining in the horses slowly, she added: "My husband when have you arranged that I should see him?" "When he gets back home," Kitty replied, with an accent on the last word. Mrs. Crozier started visibly. "When he gets back home-back from where?
A look of hatred came into the decadent but able lawyer's face. "Where do you live when you are at home?" "Mrs. Tynan's house is the only home I have at present." He was outwitting the pursuer so far, but it only gained him time, as he knew; and he knew also that no suggestive hint concerning the episode at Mrs. Tynan's, when Burlingame was asked to leave her house, would be of any avail now.
I don't know what possessed me. I was off my trolley, I suppose, as John Sibley puts it. Well, when Mrs. James Shiel Gathorne Crozier said oh, so sweetly and kindly 'You are Miss Tynan? what do you think I replied? I said to her, 'The same'!" Rather an acidly satisfied smile came to Mrs. Tynan's lips. "That was like the Slatterly girls," she replied.
You've never had time to think whether you're happy or not, or whether you've got a problem that's what people call things, when they're got so much time on their hands that they make a play of their inside feelings and work it up till it sets them crazy." Mrs. Tynan's mouth tightened and her brow clouded. "I've had my problems too, but I always made quick work of them.
It was as though the quiet that followed the removal of his clothes and the touch of Mrs. Tynan's hand on his head had called Crozier back from unconsciousness. The first face he saw was that of the banker. In spite of the loss of blood and his pitiable condition, a whimsical expression came to his eyes. "Lucky for you you didn't lend me the money," he said feebly. The banker shook his head.
The passion, the imagination of Ireland were thrown into the fight. I often thought to find some poem putting such passion into fiery or memorable lines. But the first I thought worth the keeping, I have it yet, was Katherine Tynan's lament for Parnell, written two years after his death.
There was a strange, far-away, brooding look in Mrs. Tynan's eyes, and she seemed for a moment lost in thought. "You're in love with him," said Kitty sharply. "I was, in a way," answered her mother frankly. "I was, in a way, a kind of way, till I knew he was married. But it didn't mean anything. I never thought of it except as a thing that couldn't be."
A look of hatred came into the decadent but able lawyer's face. "Where do you live when you are at home?" "Mrs. Tynan's house is the only home I have at present." He was outwitting the pursuer so far, but it only gained him time, as he knew; and he knew also that no suggestive hint concerning the episode at Mrs. Tynan's, when Burlingame was asked to leave her house, would be of any avail now.
There was a strange, far-away, brooding look in Mrs. Tynan's eyes, and she seemed for a moment lost in thought. "You're in love with him," said Kitty sharply. "I was, in a way," answered her mother frankly. "I was, in a way, a kind of way, till I knew he was married. But it didn't mean anything. I never thought of it except as a thing that couldn't be."
"Rather dangerous that, in the bedroom of a family man," he said, picking up the handkerchief and looking suggestively from the lettering in the corner to Crozier. He laid it down again, smiling detestably. Crozier calmly picked up the handkerchief, saw the lettering, then went quietly to the door of the room and called Mrs. Tynan's name. Presently she appeared. Crozier beckoned her into the room.
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