“Now, tell me,” he said after a pause, “does your mother know what you have come here for?”
“Mother? Certainly not; I told you in my letter that you must not breathe a word of it to mother; and father does not know. No one knows but I—Nora, I myself.”
“This has been completely your own idea?”
“Completely.”
“You are a brave girl.”
“Oh, I don't know about being brave. I had to do something. If you belonged to Patrick O'Shanaghgan you would do something for him too. Have you ever seen him, Uncle George?”
“Yes, at the time of my sister's wedding, but not since.”
“And then?”
“He was as handsome a fellow as I ever laid eyes on, and Irish through and through.”
“Of course. What else would he be?”