‘At least they don’t caw so loud as they used,’ said the priest, smiling; and Miller exchanged delighted glances with him for his opinion.
‘I want to be rid of them, root and branch,’ said Miss Betty.
‘If you will vouchsafe us, ma’am, a little patience. Rome was not built in a day. The next victory of our Church must be won by the downfall of the English establishment. Ain’t I right, Father Luke?’
‘I am not quite clear about that,’ said the priest cautiously. ‘Equality is not the safe road to supremacy.’
‘What was that row over towards Croghan Castle this morning?’ asked Gorman, who was getting wearied with a discussion he could not follow. ‘I saw the constabulary going in force there this afternoon.’
‘They were in pursuit of the celebrated Dan Donogan,’ said Father Luke. ‘They say he was seen at Moate.’
‘They say more than that,’ said Miss Betty. ‘They say that he is stopping at Kilgobbin Castle!’
‘I suppose to conduct young Kearney’s election,’ said Miller, laughing.
‘And why should they hunt him down?’ asked Gorman. ‘What has he done?’
‘He’s a Fenian—a head-centre—a man who wants to revolutionise Ireland,’ replied Miller.