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Herbert promised that he would take this advice, and he thought himself that among other things he might go over to inspect that Clady boiler, and of course call at Desmond Court on his way. And then, when they got near to Castle Richmond, they parted company, Mr. Somers stopping at his own place, and Herbert riding home alone. On the day named by Herbert, and only an hour before dinner, Mr.
"Shure, an' it's yer honor knows me well enough; and her ladyship too; may the heavens be her bed. And don't I come from Clady; that is two long miles the fur side of it? And my name is Bridget Sheehy. Shure, an' yer ladyship remembers me at Clady the first day ye war over there about the biler." Clara looked at her, and thought that she did remember her, but she said nothing.
Herbert was on horseback, and remained some minutes after them to discuss her own difficulties with the countess, and to say a few words about that Clady boiler that would not boil. Clara on this subject had opened her heart to him, and he had resolved that the boiler should be made to boil.
Herbert did not take the direct road to Desmond Court, but went round as though he were going to Gortnaclough, and then turning away from the Gortnaclough road, made his way by a cross lane towards Clady and the mountains.
We want to see how they are managing at the new soup kitchen they have there. That one at Clady is very bad. The boiler won't boil at all." "Very well, my dear; only mind you wrap yourself up." "Oh yes; I always do." "But, Clara " and Lady Desmond put on her sweetest, smoothest smile as she spoke to her daughter. "Yes, mamma." "How long have you taken to call young Mr.
"Why, Herbert, you are becoming a Hercules of energy," said his father, smiling: "you will have enough to do if you look to all the soup kitchens on the Desmond property as well as our own." "I made a sort of promise about this particular affair at Clady, and I must carry it out," said Herbert. "And you'll pay your devoirs to the fair Lady Clara on your way home of course," said Mary.
I do wish we could have one at Clady." "Mr. Fitzgerald will be here to-morrow morning, and I will talk to him about it. I fear we have not sufficient funds there." "No; that's just it. I do wish I had some money now. You won't mind if I am not home quite early? We all mean to dine there at the kitchen. The girls will bring something, and then we can stay out the whole afternoon."
It certainly was the fact that the house did seem very blank to him now that Clara was gone; and that he looked forward with impatience to the visit which it was so necessary that he should make on the following day to Clady. The house at Castle Richmond was very silent and quiet that day. When Emmeline came back, she and her sister remained together.
I think Herbert is not calculated to be very sudden in any such feelings, or in the expression of them: but I do think such an event very probable before the winter is over." In the mean time Herbert spent the whole day over at Desmond Court, or at Clady. He found the countess delighted to see him, and both she and Lady Clara went on with him to Clady.
And she pointed to the wretched, naked brood around her with a gesture which in spite of her ugliness had in it something of tragic grandeur. "But you know that we will not give money. They will take you in at the poorhouse at Kanturk." "Is it the poorhouse, yer honor?" "Or, if you get a ticket from your priest they will give you meal twice a week at Clady. You know that.
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