“I must go to him,” she repeated.
“I have telegraphed. I have been mindful of you. I knew the moment you heard this news you would wish to be off to Ireland, so I have telegraphed to know if there is danger. If there is danger you shall go, my dear child; indeed, I myself will take you.”
“Oh! I must go in any case,” repeated Nora. “Danger or no danger, he is hurt, and he will want me. I must go; you cannot keep me here.”
Just then there came a loud ring at the hall-door.
“Doubtless that is the telegram,” said Mrs. Hartrick. “Run, Linda, and bring it.”
Linda raced into the hall. In a few moments she came back with a telegram.
“The messenger is waiting, mother,” she said.
Mrs. Hartrick tore it open, read the contents, uttered a sigh of relief, and then handed the paper on to Nora to read.
“There,” she said; “you can read for yourself.”
Nora read: