"Married! Me!"
"It was your father's dying wish, God keep his soul."
"But to whom?"
"You should be asking the priest how good he is. Didn't you notice that the chapel is being white-washed afresh and how clear the Angelus bell rings? Not that it matters much to him, for he has lashings of money as well as a heart of gold."
"Hasn't he a name, too?"
"Don't jump down my throat, Eileen darling. I shouldn't be thinking of O'Flanagan if your father—"
"O'Flanagan! Do you mean the man that bought our Castle at the auction?"
"And isn't it beautifully repaired he's having it for you? He saw you when you were home for the holidays, and he asked us for your hand, all so humble, but your father told him he must wait till you came home for good."
"O'Flanagan!" Eileen flicked him away with her thumb. "A half-mounted gentleman like that."
"Eileen aroon, beggars can't be choosers."