More money than he knew what to do with, and he was playing at making drains on the south coast of Ireland. Gheena decided to go to see Mrs. Weston.
"It was the dog Crabbit what knocked down the stones, and not a rabbit," remarked the Professor, looking up. "Miss Freyne's dog."
"I said, add a 'c.'" Stafford scrambled lightly up the cliff. "I heard voices up there."
Darby, leaning on his stick, was hobbling away with Gheena and keeping pace easily enough with her active feet.
Gheena whisked round suddenly as they came to the little bridge over the sunk fence.
"If a man has been dreadfully hard up and gets enough money suddenly, he must have found some way of getting it," she said excitedly.
Darby referred her impolitely to "Enquire Within" or the Ready Reckoner. He had forgotten even simple addition himself.
What did she overhear down there to make her look like a boiling kettle with the spout corked, he said to himself, his eyes following Gheena with something of Crabbit's wistfully faithful look in them.
CHAPTER IX
"We shall hear something of how the war is really going on now," observed Dearest George excitedly. "Here is a letter from Eva's husband—the one that died, Matilda, years ago."