“Jist nawthing at all, sor,” he said. “The darlin’ must have got a craze in her head, for when I told the captain he trated me wid scorn, and Bart asked me if I was playing the fool.”
“Then there is no danger!”
“Divil a bit, sor, that I can think out,” said Dinny.
“But Mistress Greenheys.”
“What about her, sor?”
“What did she say?”
“Sure an’ you heard it all, sor. I couldn’t repate it now if I thried.”
“But you have seen her since?”
“Sin her! Bedad I’d only like to—if it was only to shpake wan word to her wid me oi. No, sor, I can’t get spache of her.”
“But is all quiet in the place?”