"It's wonderful to feel that for a beautiful girl like you—blind as I am, I am a man!" he said. "Thank you with all my heart—for everything."
"Who told you I was beautiful?" Dierdre flung the question at him.
"My sister Mary told me," Brian answered. "Besides—I felt it. A man does feel such things—perhaps all the more if he is blind."
"Your sister Mary?" the girl echoed. "She doesn't think I'm beautiful. Or if she does, it's against her will."
"It won't be, after this."
"Why not? You won't tell her——"
"I'll tell her to love you, and—to help me not to!"
It was just then they came to Brian's door, and Dierdre fled, Sirius staring after her in dignified surprise.
But Dierdre herself came to me at once, and told me everything, with a kind of proud defiance.
"I do love your brother," she boasted. "I would marry him if he'd have me. I don't care what you think of me, or what you say!"