“Nora, what nonsense you are talking! You will kill him.”
“Save his life, you mean,” said Nora. “I am going to get a bedstead, a straw paillasse, and an old hard mattress, and I am going to have them put here; and we'll get a bit of tarpaulin to put on the floor, to prevent the damp coming up; and I'll put a curtain across this window so that he needn't have too much draught, the darling; and there shall be nothing else in the room except a wooden table. He shall have his potatoes and salt, and his bit of salt bacon, if he wishes, and he shall have his great big bare room. I tell you what it is, Molly, he'll never get well unless he is brought here.”
“What a girl you are! But how will you do it?”
“Leave it to me. Do you mind driving with me on the outside car as far as Cronane?”
“The outside car? I have never been on it yet.”
“Oh, come along; I'll introduce you to the sweetest conveyance in the world.”
Nora's spirits rose at the thought of immediate action.
“Won't it surprise and delight him?” she said. She went up to one of the grooms. He was an English groom, and was somewhat surprised at the appearance of the young lady in the yard.
“What can I do for you, miss?” he said.
“I want Angus,” answered Nora. “Where is he?”