"I trust that it will do something more," said Marshall.
"They are good children enough," observed their father, "and so quiet that you would hardly know they were in the room sometimes."
"I should like to come and see them," said the old man, "if it would not be intruding."
"You can come if you please," replied Matthew, rather ungraciously.
But his companion took no notice of his manner, and thanked him all the same.
"By-the-bye," said he, "I suppose you could not tell me who the young girl was I saw at your place last night?"
"With a quantity of yellow hair, and a gay shawl?" asked Reardon.
"I did not notice her dress," was the reply. "But, now I remember, I think that she had golden hair and rather a gay shawl."
"Oh, yes. She's no good."
"I'm sorry for that," said the old man. "She appeared to be very young, poor thing! Has she a mother living?"