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Bring me a sole and an omelette. That will do. But I want it as soon as possible." "Yes, madame." The waiter went out. Then Miss Van Tuyn went to see old Fanny, and explained that she must dine alone that evening as she was in a hurry. "I have to go to Berkeley Square directly after dinner to visit a friend, Lady Sellingworth." "Then I am to dine by myself, dear?" said Miss Cronin plaintively.
Fanny Cronin made a rabbit's mouth and looked slightly bemused. "Human!" she said. "You think Beryl could have a human reason?" "Oh, surely, surely!" "But she prefers bronzes to people. I assure you it is so. I have heard her say that you can never be disappointed by a really good bronze, but that men and women often distress you by their absurdities and follies."
"It contains innumerable priceless treasures," returned Braybrooke. "Innumerable! Dear me!" murmured Fanny Cronin, managing to lift the dimly painted eyebrows in a distinctively plaintive manner. "Then I dare say we shall be here for months." "You don't think," began Braybrooke with exquisite caution, "you don't think that possibly she may have a more human reason for remaining in London?"
If that's so," Addison went on, "nobody has lived here for eight or nine years. Cronin, you know, kept his wife shut up down cellar for a year or two, because she tried to run away from him. Finally she disappeared, and a good many thought that Cronin murdered her. Folks say the old house is haunted, but that's all moonshine. Cronin himself enlisted and was killed in the Civil War.
Even if he should be here," added the man after a pause, "he is probably asleep. After a hard day's work a boy his age sleeps like a log. There'll be no waking him, so don't fret. Come! Let's steer for the float." "But I " "Great Heavens, Cronin! We've got to take some chances. You're not getting cold feet so soon, are you?" burst out the other scornfully. "N o!
"I dare say it is, but really I cannot speak from experience," said Fanny Cronin, with remarkable simplicity. "Has it never occurred to you," continued Braybrooke, "that your lovely charge is not likely to remain always Beryl Van Tuyn?"
Cronin which of them had encouraged Miss Cronin to learn Irish. He had never heard the language spoken, and would like to hear it. "I believe, Mr. Cronin, it was Father Egan who taught your daughter Latin?" "It was so," said Mr. Cronin; "but he might have left the Irish alone, and politics, too. We keep them as fat as little bonhams, and they ought to be satisfied with that."
The year after this occurrence the law was altered and some of the severest restrictions on the Catholics removed. A few years before this change in the law a Mr. Duggan resided at the "Park," near Killarney, a property which is still held by his descendants, who have adopted the name of Cronin. A Protestant gentleman having taken some dislike to Mr.
"About the plum cake! Surely you remember?" "Oh the plum cake!" said Mrs. Hodson, looking steadily at Fanny Cronin. "Thank you very much indeed! Very good of you!" "Thank you," said Miss Cronin, with a sudden piteous look. "I did eat two slices. Come, Suzanne! Good-bye again, Mr. Braybrooke." They turned to go out.
And she looked different, too; even Suzanne Hodson had noticed it. There was something in her face "a sort of look," Miss Cronin called it, with an apt feeling for the choice of words which was new and alarming. Mrs. Clem declared that Beryl had the expression of a woman who was crazy about a man. "It's the eyes and the cheek-bones that tell the tale, Fanny!" she had observed.
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