"Well?" cried Mona eagerly.
"The old lady is a very sweet-looking woman," he answered. "On the whole I think Captain Sydenham was right."
CHAPTER XVII.
THE AMBASSADOR.
After the happy reunion at Castle Moyna there followed a council of war. Captain Sydenham treasonably presided, and Honora sat enthroned amid the silent homage of her friends, who had but one thought, to lift the sorrow from her heart, and banish the pallor of anxiety from her lovely face. Her violet eyes burned with fever. The Captain drew his breath when he looked at her.
"And she sings as she looks," whispered the Countess noting his gasp.
"It's a bad time to do anything for Mr. Ledwith," the Captain said to the little assembly. "The Fenian movement has turned out a complete failure here in Ireland, and abroad too. As its stronghold was the United States, you can see that the power of the American Minister will be much diminished. It is very important to approach him in the right way, and count every inch of the road that leads to him. We must not make any mistakes, ye know, if only for Miss Ledwith's sake."
His reward was a melting glance from the wonderful eyes.
"I know the Minister well, and I feel sure he will help for the asking," said Anne.