"Rory," said I.
"Hallo!"
"What makes you so silent?"
"Am I silent?" he replied, bursting instantly into a merry song.
"There's something on your mind, at all events; that I know."
"May-be there is; but do you know that's exactly what I was going to say to you?"
"Is it possible?" I rejoined, as demurely as I could, but my stinging cheek betrayed me.
"Why, how you blush," he went on. "Ha! have I found you out?"
"What do you mean?" said I, in an instant changed from convict to criminal.
"You have a sweetheart."