“Madam!” cried The Macnamara, raising his arm majestically to stay her.
She stopped in the centre of the room. Daireen had also risen, her pure eyes full of tears as she grasped her grandfather's hand while he laid his other upon her head.
From the door Standish looked with passionate gratitude back to the girl, then rushed out.
But The Macnamara stood for some moments with his head elevated, the better to express the scorn that was in his heart. No one made a motion, and then he stalked after his son.
CHAPTER V.
What advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast...
To feed and clothe thee?