“And the planting at Kyle's Wood?”
“Yes, miss.”
“And even the thinning there,—is that stopped?”
“Yes, miss; the bark is to be sold, and a' the produce of the wood for ten years, to a contractor, a certain Mister—”
“I don't want his name, sir. What of the marble quarries?”
“My Lady thinks they're nae worth a' they cost, and won't hear o' their being worked again.”
“And is the harbor at Kilkieran to be given up?”
“Yes, miss, and the Osprey's Nest will be let. I think they 'll mak' an inn or a public o' it.”
“And if the harbor is abandoned, what is to become of the fishermen? The old quay is useless.”
“Vara true, miss; but there's a company goin' to take the royalties o' the coast the whole way to Belmullet.”