“When can I see this boy, Paul?” she asked.
“Paul is generally at home some part of the evening, though he’s liable to come in at odd times.”
“I will try to come over tomorrow evening, if you think he will be at home.”
“It would be a good thing for you if the ould man has money, as Paul thinks,” said Mrs. Hogan, in a low voice.
“Not if my husband were free,” said Ellen Barclay.
“Thrue for you! He came near murderin’ the ould man. But there’s a dale of virtue in hot water,” added Mrs. Hogan, with a laugh. “He made a mistake when he tackled Bridget Hogan, I can tell him that, now.”
“I shall have to go now, Mrs. Hogan. I left the children alone.”
“Not without a cup of tay. I’m just goin’ to make some for the ould man, and you’re welcome to a cup.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Hogan. I know of old that your tea is good.”