Cusack began to whisper to Moll, to explain what was going on. But she seemed not to care to hear him, and only anxious to get into where Kitty was.
“Let me at her; I’ll go talk to her!” said Moll, “and you’ll see I’ll soon make her l’ave that, before I have done with her!”
And so she did, too. But it wasn’t exactly the way Cusack thought.
“Take care! Mind yourself!” said he to Moll, seeing her making a drive for the door of Kitty’s room, the same as if she had the sight of her eyes. But Moll was so taken up with what she had on her mind, that for once she forgot she was blind.
“You’re wanting without there!” said Moll to the bridesmaids; and when they were gone, said she, very quiet and easy, “Who do you think I’m after seeing ... I mean, after meeting up with ... there, a while ago?”
“I dunno,” said Kitty, giving a great sob.
“... and he looking into the well ... and talking of how he used to be rising cans of water there with you ... and then carrying them as far as the turf-clamp....”
“Not Dan!” said Kitty. And she turned first as white as paper and then as red as roses.
“Faith, who else?” said Moll.
“Ora, what made he come now? and it too late!” And Kitty began to cry again.