"I like those who are faithful," said Margot. "She is not faithful and I will have none of her. I will attend in the shop every morning, ma grandmère, and you and grandpère can teach me in the afternoon until the happy, happy day when I return to Ireland."
"And dost thou wish to leave us, ma petite?" asked the Comtesse.
"Ah, oui, oui, The Desmond is so very noble," said little Margot.
"Thou must abide with us thy full time. Thou canst not leave until September," said la Comtesse.
Tears filled the little Comtesse's black eyes.
"I know," she said, "I know. Uncle Jacko will call for me on that day. Ah, but my heart will rejoice, it will sing! But indeed thou art kind, ma belle Comtesse, and so is grandpère, but thou hast never seen The Desmond. I will go to him for three months and come back again to thee and will serve for a little time each day in the shop, and hearken, Comtesse, thou wilt get me masters and mistresses next time, for I must learn—yes, I must learn! I will not be an ignorant Comtesse of France, and nothing will persuade me to disgrace The Desmond of Desmondstown."