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Even Lady Devereux, though nominal mistress of the house, did not dare to call her "Biddy," She would as soon have addressed an archbishop as "Dickie," if, indeed, there is an arch-bishop whose Christian name is Richard. There is probably not a woman anywhere, however brave, who would venture to speak to Mrs. O'Halloran face to face and call her "Biddy."
"Who are you staying with, lad?" "With Captain O'Halloran, sir, my brother-in-law," Bob said, indicating Gerald, who had already been introduced to Captain Langton. "I daresay you are surprised at my knowing this young gentleman," he said, turning to Colonel Cochrane, "but he did my father, the admiral, a great service.
O'Halloran, the squire, had a red beard, which was an offence to Beth. His wife wore bonnets about which everybody used to make remarks to Mrs. Caldwell. Beth understood that Mrs. O'Halloran was young and pretty, and had three charming children, but was not happy because of Sophia Keene. "Just fancy," she heard Mrs. Small, the Vicar's wife, say to her mother once.
O'Halloran sat that evening, with her work in her hand, on the terrace; with her husband, smoking a cigar, beside her. She paused, several times, as she heard a burst of laughter. "That doesn't sound like master and pupil," she said, sharply, after an unusually loud laugh from below. "More the pity, Carrie. Why on earth shouldn't a master be capable of a joke?
"Then I shall be ready in a minute," Bob said, running below; and it was not much more before he reappeared, with a small handbag. "I shall see you again tomorrow, Mr. Probert. I shall be here about our luggage;" and he took his place in the boat beside the others, who had already descended the ladder. "And you have had a pleasant voyage, Bob?" Captain O'Halloran asked.
At last came an hour when the party under O'Halloran must turn to the east, where the bottle-neck of Winnipeg split in two, going down that well-worn way which led to Lake of the Woods, Rainy River, and at last to the wide lakes, whose sparkling waves would waft them on to the great outside world.
In his conversation he employed the Armagh accent with such slavish fidelity as to make it evident that he regarded any other form of speech as showing culpable ignorance or offensive affectation. His name was Rory O'Halloran. Of course, I offered him the rugged hospitalities of my hut.
"I am glad to say, sir," he said, "that young Repton has just returned, and that he has brought in thirty cases of fruit." "I am extremely glad to hear it, Captain O'Halloran," the governor said, warmly.
"I suppose," said Mrs. O'Halloran, "that you'll be looking out for a young man to keep you company?" The kitchenmaid did, in fact, hope to walk about with a young man; but she denied this. "I'll be looking for no such thing," she said. "It's well for you then," said Mrs. O'Halloran, "for I'm thinking you'd look a long while before you found one.
He was also quite willing to let off a room for storage, and his wife undertook to superintend the management of the young broods, and sitting hens. Having arranged this, Captain O'Halloran went down into the town to make his purchases. A quarter of an hour later Bob started with Manola, carrying a large basket, and both were much amused at their errand.
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