“Sure, and I know it is, sor. I am mad.”
“But you will injure her and yourself too.”
“I can’t help it, sor. I’ve a faling upon me that Black Mazzard has got her again, and I’m going to fetch her away.”
“You are going to your death; and it will be through me, man!”
“Make your moind aisy, sor, about that. It would be all the same if ye were not here. Sure, and I’d be a poor sort of a boy if I towld a woman I loved her, and thin, when the darlin’ was in difficulties, jist sat down quietly here, and left her in the lurch.”
“She would not have you stir, Dinny, if she knew.”
“What of that, sor! Let ’em hang me if they catch me; and if they do, sor, Oi’ll doie like a Kelly. And not a word will I shpake of where ye are; and I wish ye safe away to your swateheart—for ye’ve got wan, I’m thinking, or ye wouldn’t be so aiger to get away.”
“Well, promise me this, Dinny—you’ll wait a few hours and see if we have news.”
“Faix, and for your sake, sor, I’ll do that same,” said Dinny.
He went to the window-opening and leaned there, listening; while Humphrey seated himself upon the edge of the couch to watch the opening above his head, in the expectancy that Mistress Greenheys might arrive and put an end to the terrible suspense as to her silence.