“Because you look so happy, old man!”
“Yes! I did see her; but only for a moment. She drove up in the middle of the day, and I saw her go up to the new house. But she didn’t even see me,” and his face fell. Presently he asked:—
“You didn’t see your girl?”
“No, Dick, I did not! But how did you know?”
“I saw it in your face when you came in!”
We sat and smoked in silence. The interruption came in the shape of Andy:—
“I suppose, Masther Art, the same agin to-morra—unless ye’d like me to bring ye wid Masther Dick to see Shleenanaher—ye know the shpot, surr—where Miss Norah is!”
He grinned, and as we said nothing, made his exit.
CHAPTER VIII.
A VISIT TO JOYCE.
With renewed hope I set out in the morning for Knocknacar.