‘This is Mr. Kearney’s invitation?’ asked he.
‘Of course; papa is the master at Kilgobbin.’
‘But will Miss Kearney condescend to say that it is hers also.’
‘Certainly, though I’m not aware what solemnity the engagement gains by my co-operation.’
‘I accept at once, and if you allow me, I’ll go back and send a line to my aunt to say so.’
‘Don’t you remember Mr. O’Shea, Dick?’ asked she, as her brother lounged up, making his first appearance that day.
‘I’d never have known you,’ said he, surveying him from head to foot, without, however, any mark of cordiality in the recognition.
‘All find me a good deal changed!’ said the young fellow, drawing himself to his full height, and with an air that seemed to say—‘and none the worse for it.’
‘I used to fancy I was more than your match,’ rejoined Dick, smiling; ‘I suspect it’s a mistake I am little likely to incur again.’
‘Don’t, Dick, for he has got a very ugly way of ridding people of their illusions,’ said Kate, as she turned once more and walked rapidly towards the house.