“Oh, for the Lord’s sake,” she interrupted, with unexpected passion, “will ye not be talking of bridge! I’m fair sick of it!”
“I am not alluding to cards, but to events. Many things have happened since we said good-bye to one another.”
Did she recall the episode? Yes, for her face flamed.
“You remember?”
She moved slightly in her regal chair, and made no reply.
“Do you?” he urged, with low persistence.
“Oh, I’ve a pretty good memory,” she answered at last, her face aglow, as she raised her eyes to his with a glance of proud defiance. “There’s been changes—the death of Mrs. Foley; the break-up at the Corner; some going to America, and some getting married.”
“I was told that you were going to be married,” he said.
“I?”—and she laughed derisively. “I might be married years ago, if I’d liked.”
“I don’t mean over in Ireland,” he protested; and his glance wandered to where Dudley was permitting a pretty woman to entertain him.