“And then ... what am I to do, after?” said Kitty, with a trembling in her voice. But there was a kind of little smile in her eyes, too.
Moll explained the thing.
“You’ll meet Dan below, there at the well. Sure it’s you that mightn’t be surprised to see him there, nor he to see you, faith! And Heffernan’s car is at the corner below, just out of sight of this house.”
“But ... but....”
“And why not? Isn’t that car nearly yours, this minute, and haven’t you every right, so, to take the lend of it? And maybe you never would have the chance again! Lepp up on it, yourself and Dan! and off wid yiz to the chapel. Ould Father Brogan is laid up in his bed, God assist him from it, I pray! and it’s the new curate, that doesn’t know Jack from Paddy in this parish, that had to be sent by Father Brogan this morning, to marry you and ... who will I say, eh, Kitty? Is it ould Heffernan with his critch and his white beard you’ll take, or Dan? You have your choice. And there’s another thing! I gave word to a brides-boy and girl to be waiting below there on the road, and go with you, to give an appearance to it all, and the way you’d not feel lonesome ... and....”
“Are ye coming, Kitty?” said Cusack, with a roar like a bull, he was so impatient.
“What’ll I do at all at all?” says Kitty to Moll, most pitiful.
Moll opened the door a little bit.
“She’ll be wid yous, in one instant minute of time,” she said to Cusack in a whisper; “wait until I go to the well for a sup of water, to beethe her timples.... It’s no way for a girl to be getting marrit,” says Moll, “to have a pair of red eyes, and a swelled nose upon her; and well you know that, Mr. Cusack!”
“There’s water here in the kitchen,” said Cusack. So there was, plenty.