“But you have got to do it, and you ought to do it at once.”
“To be sure—to be sure.”
“Take me with you, father; let us go tomorrow.”
“But I have not got money for us both. I must go alone; and then your mother must not be left. There's Terence gallivanting off to England to visit his fine relations, and that will take a good bit. I had to give him ten pounds this morning, and there are only forty now left in the bank. Oh, plenty to tide us for a bit. We shan't want to eat much; and there's a good supply of fruit and vegetables on the land; and the poor folk will wait for their wages. Of course there will be more rents coming in, and we'll scrape along somehow. Don't you fret, colleen. I declare it's light as a feather my heart is since I told you the truth. You are a comfort to me, Norrie.”
“Father,” said Nora suddenly, “there's one thing I want to say.”
“What is that, pet?”
“You know Andy Neil?”
“What! Andrew Neil—that scoundrel?” The Squire's brow grew very black. “Yes, yes. What about him? You have not seen him, have you?”
“Yes, father, I have.”
“Over at Murphy's? He knew he dare not show his face here. Well, what about him, Nora?”