While they thus spoke, the girl had turned from one to the other, listening attentively, and as eagerly watching the expressions of the listeners’ faces, to gather what she might of their meaning.
“Your name is Kitty—Kitty O’Hara, I think?” said Lady Vyner. “A very good name, too, is O’Hara!”
“Yes, my Lady. There is an O’Hara lives at Craig-na-Manna, in his own castle.”
“Are you related to him?” asked Georgina, gravely.
“No, my Lady.”
“Distantly, perhaps, you might be?”
“Perhaps we might; at all events, he never said so!”
“And you think, probably, it was more for him to own the relationship than for you to claim it?”
The girl was silent, and looked thoughtful; and Lady Vyner said, “I don’t think she understood you, Georgy?”
“Yes I did, my Lady; but I didn’t know what to say.”