'How civil of you,' the countess said, kissing him, for she saw the point was gained. 'If you are a good boy, I will ask your uncle to let Doreen come too. Her eccentricities will enliven us.'
'You are always talking of Doreen?' complained my lord. 'I can't see why you make so much fuss about her.'
'Then we won't take her,' responded my lady, with prompt and Machiavellian wisdom.
'I care not,' he returned 'Perhaps we had better take her, and I'll teach her to shoot seals.'
And so the matter was decided, whilst my lady made up her mind that, once in Donegal, her son should stop there under one pretext or another until all danger from Miss Gillin should be averted.