Mr. O'Reilly repelled her fiercely—
"A good riddance," he shouted.
"Tell me, O'Reilly, I command you," cried his wife.
"A minx, a jade," snarled the man.
"I insist," said she. "I must be told. I'm not well, I tell you. My head's going round. Give me the letter."
Mr. O'Reilly drew about him a sudden and terrible calmness—
"Listen, woman," said he, "and you too, young man, and be thankful for your escape."
"DEAR PA," he read, "this is to tell you that I got married to-day to
Christie Rorke. We are going to open a little fried-fish shop near
Amiens Street. Hoping this finds you as it leaves me at present, your
loving daughter,
"JULIA ELIZABETH.
"P.S.—Give Christie's love to Ma."