"What is it, Hannah?" she exclaimed. "What's the reason he wants to marry me?"
"Sure no rason at all."
"Oh!"
Clodagh made a gesture of anger and disgust. Then she made a fresh appeal.
"Hannah, please——"
But Hannah went on with her work. Years of shrewd observation had taught her the power of silence.
"Then you won't tell me?"
There was no response.
"Hannah!"
At last the old servant turned, as though pressed beyond endurance.