"I know you wouldn't, Biddy; that's why I'm going to tell you; but you mustn't whisper it to Katty, for I think she'd be telling Thady."
"Niver fear, Miss; sorrow a word I'll whisper it to any one, at all at all."
"Well, Biddy, did you hear Captain Ussher's going away from this intirely?"
"What! away from Ballycloran?"
"No, but from Mohill, and from County Leitrim altogether. He's going a long way off, to a place called Cashel."
"And what for is he going there, and you living here, Miss Feemy?"
"That's the secret, Biddy; I'm going with him."
"My! and is you married in sacret, Miss?" said the girl, coming nearer to her mistress, and opening her eyes as wide as she could.
Feemy blushed up to the roots of her hair, and said, "No, we're not married yet; we're to be married in Dublin; we couldn't be married here you know, because Captain Ussher is a Protestant."
"Holy Mary! Miss, you're not a going to lave the ould religion; you're not a going to turn Prothesthant, is you, Miss Feemy?"