“We are bound for Ireland, fair Lady; the little remnant of my life is a debt I owe my country.”
“Señor Rica and your lovely daughter, will you be our companions?”
“Our road lies westward, Lady. The New World must teach us to forget the Old one.”
“Mr. Cashel, am I to guess whither your steps will lead you?”
“It would save me the pain of deciding if you did,” said Roland, sadly.
“You come with us, Roland,” said Mr. Corrigan; “you once told me that you felt Tubber-beg a home. Let us see if time has not erased the impression.”
“And Maritaña, too!” cried Mary.
“And Enrique!” said Maritaña.
“Then I must be of the party,” said Dr. Tiernay. “I was never intended by nature for an embassy physician, but as a village doctor I still feel that I shall hold up my head with dignity.”
Rica, who meanwhile was in earnest conversation with Cashel, now advanced into the middle of the group, and said, “Mr. Cashel once contracted a solemn pledge to me, from which I feel no inclination to release him. I ask him before this assemblage if it be true he promised to marry my daughter?”