"Joan! Joan!" he exclaimed in a rush of feeling. Their lips met.
"'Oh! for thy sake I'll tread
Where plains of Mayo spread.'"
Brian's heart went out to the irresponsible penitent rocketing in song.
"Dear lunatic!" he said.
Fainter in the night wind came the end of Kenny's song:
"'By hope still fondly led,
Eileen a roon.'"