"Well, addio Lady Desmond, I will bring you some flowers to-morrow; I see you have no conservatory."
And he departed.
Kate was rather startled by the expression, half fright, half exultation in Mrs. O'Toole's countenance, as she entered her room before dinner, to assist her in dressing.
"Och thin, Miss Kate, agrah; who do you think has just rode off, on a horse fit for a prence?"
"I am sure I cannot imagine. Oh, Lord Effingham, I suppose."
"Didn't I tell ye, he was a lord? faith, I niver was mistaken in wan yet; and fur all I spoke up so bould, ses I to meself, he's a lord, no less."
"But, nurse, what do you mean? who did you speak up bold to?"
"To the earl there, him that has jist rode off."
"Where?" demanded Kate, fearful of some strange outbreak on the part of Mrs. O'Toole.