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After examining every nook and cranny they could think of, they came to Mrs M'Shane's room, "O! go in go in and look, Mr O'Toole; it's a very likely thing to insinuate that I should have a tithe proctor in my bed. Search, pray," and Mrs M'Shane led the way into her own room. Every part had been examined, except the small sleeping-room of Kathleen; and the party paused before the door.
As soon as I recovered, Mrs M'Shane led me up stairs into her room for security, and I was soon able to take the refreshment I so much required. I stated what had passed to Mrs M'Shane and Kathleen, who were much shocked at the account.
I had just terminated the escape from the castle, when Mr Masterton's carriage drove up to the door. As soon as he had bowed to Lady de Clare, he said to me, "Japhet, here is a letter directed to you, to my care, from Ireland, which I have brought for you." "It is from Kathleen M'Shane, sir," replied I, and requesting leave, I broke the seal. It contained another.
As he got up to go to work he caught sight of Biddy M'Hale coming up the road; he rushed past her lest she should ask him what he was crying about, and she stood looking after him for a moment, and went into the cabin to inquire what had happened. "Sure she wouldn't let her husband sleep with her last night," said Mrs. M'Shane, "and you'll be telling the priest that.
The fat were distributed alongside of the lean, and the bridal party drove away, and there was a great waving of hands, and Mrs. M'Shane waited until the last car was out of sight. Her husband had been dead many years, and she lived with her son in a two-roomed cabin.
M'Shane laughed as she searched for the key, thinking how quickly her punishment had come. She searched for the key, and all the while they were telling her how they had met Pat at Michael Dunne's. "When he saw us he tried to sneak into the yard; but I went after him. And don't you think I did right?" Kate said, as they went into the house.
"You had better wait till it is late, before you go on," said Mrs M'Shane, "it will be more safe; it is now nine o'clock, and the people will all be moving till eleven. I will give your horses some corn, and when you are five miles from here, you may consider yourselves as safe. Holy saints! what an escape!"
He had signed to Ned and Mary that he wished to speak to them, and after he had spoken to Ned he called Kate and reminded her that he had not seen her at confession lately. "Pat Connex and Peter M'Shane, now don't you be going. I will have a word with you presently."
"Your reverence, amn't I ?" "We don't want to hear about that window." Biddy began to fear she would have to give him a few pounds to quiet him. But, fortunately, Pat Connex came up the road, and she thought she might escape after all. "I hear, Pat Connex, you were dancing with Kate Kavanagh, I should say Kate M'Shane, and she went away to America this morning. Have you heard that?"
Kathleen rose up on her elbow, holding the bed clothes up to her throat, and looking at them, as they entered, said, "O Corny! Corny! this to me?" Corny never thought of looking for anybody, his eyes were rivetted upon his sweetheart. "Murder, Kathleen, is it my fault? Jerry will have it." "Are you satisfied, Corny?" said Mrs M'Shane.
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