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O'Mahony had just taken up his hat to go away to his debating society, when Frank Jones was announced. "Frank, what on earth did you come here for?" These were the words with which the lover was greeted. He had endeavoured to take the girl in his arms, but she had receded from his embrace. "Why, Rachel!" he exclaimed. "I told you not to come. I told you especially that you were not to come."
Even your name, blazoned in a dirty playbill, without any Mister or Mistress to guard you, so unlike the ways of ordinary life, does gratify one's vanity. I can't say why it should be so, but it is. I always feel a little prouder of myself when father is not with me. I am Miss O'Mahony, looking after myself, whereas other young ladies have to be watched. It has its attractions.
Your wishes shall be my wishes. I only hope that an odd stray wish of mine may occasionally be yours." Then she smiled so sweetly that as she looked up into his face he was more enamoured of her than ever. But now we must go back for a moment, and read the correspondence which took place between Rachel O'Mahony and Frank Jones. Rachel's letter ran as follows: MY DEAR FRANK,
"Not more so than I am," said Lord Castlewell, upon which Mr. O'Mahony bowed again. "You have heard about this little contretemps about the money." "Not a word," said Mr. O'Mahony, shaking his head. "Nor of the terrible character which has been given you by your daughter?" "That I can well understand," said Mr. O'Mahony. "She says that you wish to abolish all the English aristocracy."
And because, under the stress of the times, you are not wealthy you choose to reject the girl altogether who has given you her heart. Go away. You are no good. When a man stands up on his hind legs and pretends to be proud he never is any good." Then Mr. O'Mahony came in and had a political discussion with Frank Jones.
"Yes," said the Member of Parliament, "I mean to put my shoulder to the wheel, and do the very best that can be done. I cannot believe but what a man in earnest will find out the truth. Politics are not such a hopeless muddle but what some gleam of light may be made to shine through." "There are such things as leaders," said Frank. Then Mr. O'Mahony stood up and laid his hand upon his heart.
So the dispute was carried on with much warmth on one side, and with many arguments on the other, but without any quarrelling. It was impossible to quarrel with O'Mahony, who was thoroughly unselfish, and desirous of no violence. When he had heard what had been done in reference to Mr.
But this was not at all Lord Castlewell's view of the matter. Though he had been very glib with his tongue in calling O'Mahony an ass, he did not at all like the compliment as paid back to him by his father-in-law. And there was something which he did not quite understand in the assertion that the truth would suffer. All the world was certain that Mr. O'Mahony was an ass.
He had been driven to withdraw the true wrath of his eloquence from him "at whose brow," as he told Rachel the next morning, "he had hurled his words with a force that had been found to be intolerable." Mr. O'Mahony had undoubtedly made himself an ass again on this second, third, and perhaps tenth occasion.
"You have no right to keep such a treasure in a little place like this." "We can afford to pay for it, you know, my lord. M. Le Gros came here a little behind my back, and carried her off." "Much to her advantage, I should say." "We can pay," said Mr. Moss. "To such a singer as Mademoiselle O'Mahony paying is not everything.
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