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"Miss Herne is beautiful, let me congratulate you in Western fashion." The old man did not hide his sneer. Holmes bowed. "I thank you, for her." Lois held the candle to light the Doctor out of the long passages. "Yoh hevn't seen Barney out 't Mr. Howth's, Doctor? He's ther' now." "No. When shall you have done waiting on this man, Lois? God help you, child!" Lois's quick instinct answered,
They took hold of the matter by the roots, clear at the beginning. Mrs. Howth's breath fairly left her, they went into the soul of the matter in such a dangerous way. What if Joel should hear? No doubt he would report that his master was an infidel, that would be the next thing they would hear. He was in the kitchen now: he finished his wood-chopping an hour ago.
A meeting, at Lord Howth's suggestion, was held about Christmas, 1606, at the Castle of Maynooth, then in possession of the dowager Countess of Kildare, one of whose daughters was married to Christopher Nugent, Baron of Delvin, and her granddaughter to Rory, Earl of Tyrconnell. There were present O'Neil, O'Donnell, and O'Cane, on the one part, and Lords Delvin and Howth on the other.
They took hold of the matter by the roots, clear at the beginning. Mrs. Howth's breath fairly left her, they went into the soul of the matter in such a dangerous way. What if Joel should hear? No doubt he would report that his master was an infidel, that would be the next thing they would hear. He was in the kitchen now: he finished his wood-chopping an hour ago.
Joel's good-humour was proof against even this. "I've scoured to some purpose, then. Dun't tell the mester: it'll muddle his brains t'-night. Wait till mornin'. Squire More'll be down his-self t' 'xplain." He rubbed the greasy fingers into his hair, while Mrs. Howth's eyes were fixed in dumb perplexity.
A meeting, at Lord Howth's suggestion, was held about Christmas, 1606, at the Castle of Maynooth, then in possession of the dowager Countess of Kildare, one of whose daughters was married to Christopher Nugent, Baron of Delvin, and her granddaughter to Rory, Earl of Tyrconnell. There were present O'Neil, O'Donnell, and O'Cane, on the one part, and Lords Delvin and Howth on the other.
He went on muttering, as he gathered up his pint-pot and bottle, "I'm goin' to send my Tim to college soon's the thing's in runnin' order. Lord! what a lawyer that boy'll make!" Mrs. Howth's brain was still muddled. "You are better pleased than you were at Lincoln's election," she observed, placidly. "Lincoln be darned!" he broke out, forgetting the teachings of Mr. Clinche.
She had heard Joel's horse clattering up to the kitchen-door, so concluded she would go out and scold him. Under the circumstances it would be a relief. If Mrs. Howth's nerves had been weak, she might have supposed that free-born serving-man seized with sudden insanity, from the sight that met her, going into the kitchen.
For some unexpressed reason, they stood a long time in the snow bidding Lois good-bye; and for the same reason, it may be, she was loath to go, looking at each one earnestly as she laughed and grew red and pale answering them, kissing Mrs. Howth's hand when she gave it to her.
Some sudden dream of warmth and beauty flashed before his gray eyes, lighting them as Knowles never had seen before. "Miss Herne is beautiful, let me congratulate you, in Western fashion." The old man did not hide his sneer. Holmes bowed. "I thank you, for her." Lois held the candle to light the Doctor out of the long passages. "Yoh hev n't seen Barney out 't Mr. Howth's, Doctor? He's ther' now."
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