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"You and Terry had better race each other to the bridge," Lady O'Gara said. "I want to see the colour in your face, child." "Come along," said Terry, and caught at Eileen's hand. Half-unwillingly she ran with him, but when Lady O'Gara caught up with them, Eileen was laughing and panting. "This wretched son of yours," she said, "has run me off my feet."
He looked at it and said nothing, but his eyes were tragic in the shadow. "The profile is quite French," said Lady O'Gara. "I remember the young man who I think must have been Stella's father. He was a lieutenant of Chasseurs. He was killed in Algiers afterwards. I saw it in a newspaper about four years after our marriage. He was going to be married when he came to Inch.
"You would not find that in a city, Eileen," Lady O'Gara said, pushing away gently Stella's cold little hand that seemed to cling to hers. "Make her trot, Terry," she said. "Her hands are cold as little frogs, like the child's hands in Herrick's 'Grace for a Child. "Cold as paddocks though they be, Still I lift them up to thee For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all."
The morning after these happenings Lady O'Gara, turning over the pile of letters on the breakfast table, changed colour at the sight of one which bore an Italian postmark. It was addressed in a large firm handwriting in which only very keen observation could have discovered any sign of weakening.
Heney had but one assistant, John O'Gara, a deputy in Langdon's office. For five long months the Prosecution fought such odds. Heney lost his temper frequently in court. He was on the verge of a nerve prostration. Anti-prosecution papers hinted that his faculties were failing. Langdon more or less withdrew from the fight.
After Sir Felix had gone off, profuse in his apologies, and anathematizing Mr. Fury's zeal, Lady O'Gara went to a desk in the corner of the drawing-room, a Sheraton desk which she did not often use. She found a tiny key and unlocked a little cupboard door between the pigeon-holes.
Some time in the night when Lady O'Gara had nodded in the chair beside her husband's bed, she came awake sharply to the knowledge that he had called her name. "Mary! Mary!" She could not have dozed for long, since the fire which she had made up was burning brightly. "Yes, Shawn, I am here," she answered. "Move your chair so that I may see your face. I want to talk to you."
He seems épris with Eileen, so I suppose he will not fall in love with Stella?" Sir Shawn looked startled. "I hope not," he said. "Eileen seems to have him very securely in her chains." Lady O'Gara frowned ever so slightly. "I wish our children did not grow away from us so soon," she said. "Terry might have continued a little longer being in love only with his mother."
He placed his two young firm hands on his mother's shoulders, and stooping, he kissed her. "I shall never love you any less, you know," he said boyishly. "You angel, how you helped us! Not many mothers of an only boy would have done it." To their ears came the sound of wheels, approaching the house, now near, now far, as the long avenue turned and twisted. "It is your father," said Lady O'Gara.
"He's very young and he's apt to get excited when he stays up for dinner. Very often the Mess has to pack him off to bed." Mary O'Gara smiled at the banter between the two boys. Now and again she inclined an ear to the conversation of Major Evelyn and Eileen.
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