“Now you have it. She’s an aristocrat.”
“And what a match for some one!”
“It’s a pity you snuffed out that affair with Ulick, or she might be your daughter-in-law this day.”
“Of course she is impossible-a mere ignorant peasant. What an awful situation for the poor Mulgraves!”
“Oh, she’s a bright enough girl. I daresay she can write, and speak, as well as any—and hold her own too.”
“Who told you this story?”
“Tom Whelan; he had it from Mrs. Hogan at the ‘Arms’; the lawyer and his sister are there, and his lordship too.”
“Really! Oh, then, you must leave a card on him to-morrow.”
“You and your card-leaving, mother! Maybe you will go and leave one on Mary.”
“Of course; as soon as she is established in her new position I shall certainly call; it will be my duty to do so, considering that she was reared here, and lived on our land for twenty-one years.”