‘They were very civil as I drove through. I remember how a little basket had fallen out, and a girl followed me ten miles of the road to restore it,’ said Nina.
‘That they would; and if it were a purse of gold they ‘d have done the same,’ cried Kate.
‘Won’t you say that they’d shoot you for half a crown, though?’ said Kearney, ‘and that the worst “Whiteboys” of Ireland come out of the same village?’
‘I do like a people so unlike all the rest of the world,’ cried Nina; ‘whose motives none can guess at, none forecast. I’ll go there to-morrow.’
These words were said as Daniel had just re-entered the room, and he stopped and asked, ‘Where to?’
‘To a Whiteboy village called Cruhan, some ten miles off, close to an old castle I have been sketching.’
‘Do you mean to go there to-morrow?’ asked he, half-carelessly; but not waiting for her answer, and as if fully preoccupied, he turned and left the room.