‘You judge me rightly, sir, and I am proud to see it; but how are you to present me to your friends?’
‘As a college acquaintance—a friend of Atlee’s and of mine—a gentleman who occupied the room next me. I can surely say that with truth.’
‘And dined with you every day since you knew him. Why not add that?’
He laughed merrily over this conceit, and at last Donogan said, ‘I’ve a little kit of clothes—something decenter than these—up in Thomas Street, No. 13, Mr. Kearney; the old house Lord Edward was shot in, and the safest place in Dublin now, because it is so notorious. I’ll step up for them this evening, and I’ll be ready to start when you like.’
‘Here’s good fortune to us, whatever we do next,’ said Kearney, filling both their glasses; and they touched the brims together, and clinked them before they drained them.
CHAPTER XXVIII
‘ON THE LEADS’
Kate Kearney’s room was on the top of the castle, and ‘gave’ by a window over the leads of a large square tower. On this space she had made a little garden of a few flowers, to tend which was of what she called her ‘dissipations.’