“The master to prison—Och hone!”
“That my daughter is no longer an heiress, but without a shilling?”
“The beautiful child without a shilling—Och hone!”
“That you will have to leave—be turned out of the castle!”
“Me turned out of the castle—Och hone!”
“Yes, Norah, all this will take place in a few days.”
“And who will do it?”
“Why, the young man upstairs, whose life we are saving. So much for gratitude.”
“Gratitude! Och hone—and so young—and so beautiful, too, as he is.”
“But he may die, Norah.”