“No! No! No!” cried Judy with flashing eyes and rising excitement. “I nivir could a bin such a baste av the wurruld!”
Then she suddenly stopped and clapped her hands to her lips.
“But if Randolph had taken it into his head that he, a poor miner, was no fit husband for you under your changed circumstances, what would you have done?”
“I should have broken me harrt entirely!” exclaimed Judy, falling again into dialect, as she always did when strongly moved.
“And yet you can talk about not being a fit wife for Randolph, just because, since his engagement to you, he has come into a fortune. My dear, you should consider your betrothal so sacred that no change of fortune could be able to affect it.”
“I see it, ma’am! I see it! And I will say no more about it,” said Judy, smiling through her timid tears.
“And now we will have breakfast,” said Mrs. Walling, rising and ringing the bell.
The tray was brought in at one door, while Mr. Walling came in at the other, and the three sat down to breakfast, the master of the house merely greeting the guest with a kindly:
“Good-morning, my dear,” as he took his seat at the table.
As soon as breakfast was finished they separated to dress for church.