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Shawn now knows his man, and, with the help of God, I hope he won't miss his next blow. I must now go; and before I do, let me tell you that, as I said before, Masther Charles is as innocent of the shame brought upon poor Granua as the king of Jerusalem."
She drew her work-table to her and took out a pair of Shawn's stockings that needed darning. Margaret McKeon's eyes had been failing of late, and Lady O'Gara had taken on joyfully the mending of her husband's things. Her darning was a thing of beauty. She had said it soothed her when Sir Shawn would have taken the stocking from her because it tired her dear eyes.
He would be disturbed, poor Shawn, by what she had to tell him. It would be an intolerable ordeal if he should be dragged to the Petty Sessions Court to refute the preposterous charge of being concerned in the death of the man he had loved more than a brother.. Poor Shawn! She listened. Was that the sound of a horse coming? He would be so disturbed! It was only the wind that was getting up.
Shawn would never forgive her if she brought Stella to Castle Talbot, to which Terry might return at any time. Mary Benedicta would know how to tend the wounded spirit, if poor little Stella would but consent. "It is getting late," said Stella, breaking in on the confusion of her thoughts. Her voice, which seemed drained of tears, was suddenly composed. "You will be late for lunch."
"You are going to be very smart, Eileen," Lady O'Gara said. "This looks like gaieties at Inver." "There may be some," answered Eileen, colouring slightly. "There are some soldiers under canvas at Inver Hill." Lady O'Gara referred to Eileen's preparations a little later in talking with her husband. Sir Shawn had got a bee in his bonnet about Terry and Eileen.
"I forgot the time. I went to see Mrs. Wade, and found Stella there. I did not know she had been there since we brought Mrs. Wade a puppy to keep her company. Stella was on her way here. She had sent on her luggage, meaning to follow." Sir Shawn turned about completely and stared at her. She saw that his face was disturbed. "I wonder if it was wise to take Stella there!" he said. "Poor woman!
"He can't answer the lot of you, can he?" and he turned again to the Leprecaun and shook him until his teeth chattered. "If you don't tell me where the money is at once I'll kill you, I will so." "I haven't got any money at all, sir," said the Leprecaun. "None of your lies," roared Shawn. "Tell the truth now or it'll be worse for you."
Of late years she had forgotten to be nervous when Sir Shawn was not in good time. He had said that he would not give her the habit of his punctual return lest a chance unpunctuality should terrify her. To-night she had only gone back to the listening because Shawn was riding Mustapha. Besides, the news she had to give him had upset her nerves out of their usual tranquil course.
Shawn, however, remained behind in order to hold some private conversation with Barney Casey. "Barney," said he, "I wish to speak, to you about that villain Woodward."
The peasants had no eye for the beauty and distinction of Sir Shawn O'Gara's looks, his elegant slenderness, the somewhat mournful depths of his eyes which were of so dark a grey that they were almost black.
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