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And I must also show you my morning room, and the library, and your father's smoking room." "This is a splendid house, you know, Ellen," said Mr. Hartrick to his sister, "and pays for doing up. Why, a house like this in any habitable part of England would fetch a colossal fortune." Nora sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Ah, ah!" said the Squire, "it's sore to me that I have not done it; but I must say it's thoughtful of George Hartrick very thoughtful. I am obliged to him I cannot say more. Did you tell me the things were sent to every cabin, Nora all over the place, alannah?" "Every cabin, father," answered his daughter. "Then, that being the case, I'll truss myself up tonight. I will truly.
Now, tell-tale-tit, you can go downstairs and acquaint mother with the fact that I have burst the bonds, for kiss little Irish Nora I will." "Oh, I am glad to see you," said Nora. Her depression vanished on the spot. She felt that, naughty as doubtless Molly was, she could get on with her. "Come, let's take a squint at you," said the eldest Miss Hartrick; "come over here to the light."
That, really, is willful waste, Nora, which we in England never permit." "Oh, please, don't change them, Aunt Grace," said Nora, as Mrs. Hartrick took the two letters up and paused before opening one of the envelopes. "Please, please, let them go as they are. It's my own stamp," she continued, losing all sense of grammar in her excitement. "Well, my dear, just as you please.
"I had thought," she murmured inwardly, "that his study would be a little bare. I cannot think how he can stand such closeness, so much furniture." She sighed as the thought came to her. "More and more sighs, my little Irish girl," said Mr. Hartrick. "Why, what is the matter with you?" "I cannot breathe; but I'll soon get accustomed to it," said Nora. "Cannot breathe?
"Then you will not take me tomorrow?" "Not unless your father is worse. Come, I must help you to get your things off." Nora felt herself powerless in Mrs. Hartrick's hands. The good lady quickly began to divest her of her clothes, soon her night-dress was popped on, and she was lying down in bed. "What is that black bag doing here?" said Mrs. Hartrick, glancing at the bag as she spoke.
She replied to him somewhat pertly, and he retired once more into his shell. "Pretty as my sister is," he soliloquized, "she really is such an ignorant girl that few fellows would care to speak to her. It is a sad pity." Terence, the last hope of the house of O'Shanaghgan, was heard to sigh profoundly. His aunt, Mrs. Hartrick, and his cousin Linda would, doubtless, sympathize with him.
Come into my study; we shall be quite safe from interruption there." Mr. Hartrick, still holding Nora's hand, took her down a corridor, and the next moment they found themselves in a large room, with oak bookcases and lined with oak throughout; but it was a stately sort of apartment, and it oppressed the girl as much as the rest of the house had done.
"Why, my bit of a girl, it's good to see you!" he cried. "And who is this young lady?" "This is my cousin, Molly Hartrick. Molly, may I introduce you to Squire Murphy?" "Have a grip of the paw, miss," said Squire Murphy, holding out his great hand and clasping Molly's. "And now, what can I do for you, Nora alannah? 'Tis I that am glad to see you.
Oh, how delicious the inside did look! rows upon rows of every imaginable sweet cream-colored sweets, rose-colored, green, white; plums, apples, pears, figs, chocolates; every sort that the heart of girl could desire lay before them in rows on rows. "They are, every one of them, for Mrs. Hartrick," said Stephanotie, "and you mustn't touch them.
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