"I think I know."
"Very likely. Everything goes so astray with all of us, so that the wanting it is sufficient reason for not getting it."
"Is that all you have come to tell me?"
"I suppose it is."
"Then you might have stayed away."
"I may as well go, perhaps."
"Go? no! I am not so full of new friends that I can afford to throw away my old like that. Of course you may not go, as you call it! Do you suppose I do not care to hear about those girls whom I love,—pretty nearly with all my heart? Why don't you tell me about them, and your father? You come here, but you talk of nothing but going. You ain't half nice."
"Can I come in yet?" This belonged to a voice behind the door, which was the property of Mr. O'Mahony.
"Not quite yet, father. Mr. Jones is telling me about them all at Morony Castle."
"I should have thought I might have heard that," said Mr. O'Mahony.