"And Mr. Hawkes."
Peg looked at the somewhat uncomfortable lawyer, who reddened and endeavoured to appear at ease.
"Mr. Hawkes! Oho! Indade!" She turned back to Jerry: "Did he know about the five thousand? When I'm twenty-one?"
"He drew the will at Mr. Kingsnorth's dictation," replied Jerry.
"Was that why ye wanted me to be engaged to ye until I was twenty-one?" she asked the unhappy lawyer.
Hawkes tried to laugh it off.
"Come, come, Miss O'Connell," he said, "what nonsense!"
"Did YOU propose to Miss Margaret?" queried Jerry.
"Well—" hesitated the embarrassed lawyer—"in a measure—yes."
"That's what it was," cried Peg, with a laugh. "It was very measured. No wondher the men were crazy to kape me here and to marry me."