Sheelah Ye tould me that ye’d been poachin’ salmon, and had been shot by the keepers.
Danny Who said I hadn’t?
Sheelah Divil a one! Why did ye make me promise not to say a word about it? Didn’t ye refuse even to see a doctor itself?
Danny Has any one axed after me?
Sheelah No one but Mr. Hardress.
Danny Heaven bless him!
Sheelah I told him I hadn’t seen ye, and here ye are this day groanin’ when there’s great doin’s up at Castle Chute. To-morrow the masther will be married to Miss Anne.
Danny Married! but—the—his—
Sheelah Poor Eily, ye mane?
Danny Hide the candle from my eyes—it’s painin’ me; shade it off. Go on, mother.