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Comerford with eyes as steady as her own. "Stella will not go with you, she said. She stays with me." "You! her nurse. I did not know the child was so ill as to need a hospital nurse." "Her mother, Mrs. Comerford. You did not satisfy her in all those years since you took her from my breast. I take her back again."
We were married in Dublin, when Terence was at the Royal Barracks and I was staying with Maeve McCarthy, a school-friend. She was my bridesmaid." Mrs. Comerford put a bewildered hand to her head. Her other hand clutched the rail of a chair as though her head reeled. Lady O'Gara and Terence looked on as spectators, out of it, though passionately interested.
"I trust to you to receive Stella and me in a manner which will prove that you have blotted out any memories of the past that are otherwise than happy. "Your affectionate cousin-aunt, "GRACE COMERFORD. "PS. Stella has something of your colouring." "Here is the photograph," said Lady O'Gara, handing it to her husband. "Stella is very pretty, is she not?"
Creagh was a very sweet mother; Mrs. Comerford who had a cynical way sometimes had remarked one day when Eileen had been very caressing with Lady O'Gara: "If your mother is like what I remember her you need not go further for some one to love."
Did she think Terence Comerford's mother could have heard anything in that far away time? "I shall not bring Mrs. Comerford," she said. "Stella is much with me at Castle Talbot." Again she wondered why she had said "Stella." It would have been "Miss Stella" to another woman of Mrs. Wade's class. "Might I be making you a cup of tea, Lady O'Gara?" Mrs. Wade asked with a curiously brightening face.
Stella was by this time able to sit up for the journey, and since there could be no proper Christmas festivity at Castle Talbot Terry O'Gara was to lunch at Inch. He was witness of the strange ceremonial air with which Mrs. Comerford laid down her seals of office, so to speak. "Mrs. Terence Comerford will take the head of the table," she said. Then she passed to the foot of the table while Mrs.
He stood blinking in the lamplight, looking from Lady O'Gara to Sir Felix Conyers. "Sir Felix would like to hear from your lips, Patsy, the story of what you saw the night Mr. Terence Comerford was killed." There was a wild surmise in Patsy's eyes. Not for many a year had that tragedy been spoken of in his hearing.
"I know," Mrs. Comerford said. "It was not as bad with me, but I had to come back." "I did not dare come near Killesky, though I knew that trouble had altered me. I came to Drumlisk on the other side of the mountain. You had been generous, Mrs. Comerford, and my grandmother had saved money and I wanted for nothing. I lived in a little cottage there and I nursed the poor.
"He will be very tired. Don't tell him yet, Terry. He hardly knows Stella. You are very young. It will have to be something of a long engagement." "Oh!" he said, but less disappointedly than she had feared, "You too! Mrs. Comerford said we must wait. I don't want to wait. I want to shout out to the whole world that Stella is mine, but, of course, I know. Father would rather have had Eileen.
I returned to my old cottage at Drumlisk till I could make up my mind where I was to go to. Lizzie found me there. It is a long way over the mountains. She walked it in the wind and rain to tell me Stella was here and pining for me so I came." "Go up and tell the child, if she can listen to you, that we are friends," Mrs. Comerford said. "Tell her you are Terence's wife and my daughter.
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