"Your brother, Mary, might have saved himself the throuble of telling lies about either the Captain or me; not of course that I care."
"Oh! it warn't Pat, Miss, said it, only he heard it you know, Miss, through the counthry."
"Well, it don't signify who said it, but don't you be repeating what I told you."
"Is it I, Miss? Sorrow a word, Miss, will any one hear from me av it. Would I tell a lie about it? But I'll be glad to see the day you're married, for that'll be the great wedding through the counthry.—Oh laws!"
This exclamation was not a part of the last speech, but was a kind of long-drawn, melancholy sigh, which did not take place for some minute or two after she had done speaking, during which time Feemy had been thinking of her own affairs, quite forgetful of Mary Brady and her wedding.
"My! Mary, what are you sighing about?"
"Well then, Miss Feemy, and isn't it a dreadful thing to be laving one's home, and one's frinds like, and to be going right away into another house intirely, Miss; and altogether the thoughts of what is the married life at all frets me greatly."
"Why, you needn't be married unless you like it, Mary."
"Oh! Miss Feemy, that's in course too; but then a young woman is behove to do something for her family."
"But you haven't a family, you know, Mary, now."