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Hartrick, hearing some of her naughtiest words, said in an icy tone that Miss Truefitt had sent a maid for Stephanotie; and a few moments afterward the little party broke up. As soon as the strange girls had departed, Mrs. Hartrick turned immediately to Molly. "I am shocked at your conduct," she said.
Supper will be ready in a quarter of an hour," said Mrs. Hartrick. "Come, George; I have something to say to you." Mr. and Mrs. Hartrick disappeared into the drawing-room. Linda took Nora's hand. Nora glanced at Terence, who turned on his heel and went away.
O'Shanaghgan rose from the table and sailed out of the room. A footman flung open the door for her, and Nora and Molly followed in her wake. "I'll be with you presently in the drawing room, Ellen," said Mr. Hartrick to his sister; "but first of all I'll just go up and have a smoke with O'Shanaghgan. You found your father much better to-night, did you not, Nora?"
"Go on, Nora; you describe the sea just like any other sea." "Oh, but it is like no other sea," said Nora. "And then there are the mountains, their feet washed by the waves." "Quite poetical," said Mrs. Hartrick. "It is; it is all poetry," said Nora. "You are not laughing at me, are you, Aunt Grace? I wish you could see those mountains and that sea, and then the home O'Shanaghgan itself."
"Not in bed, Nora," she said; "but this is very wrong." "Oh, I could not sleep," said Nora. Mrs. Hartrick went up to her. "Now, my dear child," she said, "I cannot rest until I see you safe in bed. Come, I must undress you myself. What a wan little face! My dear girl, you must trust in God.
Hartrick was silent for a moment; then he said gravely: "I have heard bad news from that child." "From Nora?" "Yes, from Nora." "But Terence has never given us bad news." "Terence is not a patch upon Nora, my dear Grace." "There I cannot agree with you. I infinitely prefer Terence to Nora," was Mrs. Hartrick's calm reply. "But I thought you admired the child."
"Won't you judge of her for yourself, mother? There never was a better judge than you are." This judicious flattery had its effect on Mrs. Hartrick, She sat quite still for a moment, pondering. After all, to be a pupil at Mrs.
She accordingly did the very best thing she could do telegraphed to Mr. Hartrick to say that they had absolutely run away, but begged of him to meet them in Dublin. This the good man did. He met them both on the pier, received them quietly, without much demonstration; but then, looking into Nora's anxious face, his own softened. "You have come, Nora, and against my will," he said. "Are you sorry?"
Nora, with flushed cheeks, stooped and picked up the bits of silk. She wrapped them in a piece of paper and put them on the table. "You can stay out for an hour, my dear; but you are surely not going without a hat." "I never wear a hat at home," said Nora. "You must run upstairs and fetch your hat," said Mrs. Hartrick. Poor Nora never felt more tried in the whole course of her life.
"You have made a great many people happy, only somehow somehow it is not quite the way to make my father happy, and it is not the way to make me happy. But I have nothing more to say, except that I cannot leave my father now." "You must come to us after Christmas, then," said Mr. Hartrick. "I must go back next week, and I shall probably take Molly with me."
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