"That minx Janet is at the bottom of it all. A regular little flirt; I have no patience with 'em," said Martha.
"Poor Janet, she has suffered for her wrongdoing, perhaps she is not to blame."
"Mr. Ulick ought to have packed her off somewhere and remained at home," she said.
"He was too much of a man to do that," said Irene. "Do you know, Dixon, I met Eli as I came here, and his faith in Ulick is as strong as ever?"
"It does him credit, but he knows different in his heart."
"You are mistaken; he believes Ulick is not guilty of wronging his daughter, I am sure of it."
"I wish it would come true," said Martha.
"I must go now," said Irene. "Please order my horse."
This being done, Martha Dixon fixed the picture firmly on Irene's back, and fastened the straps.
"The Squire will be pleased with that; it was Mr. Ulick's favourite horse."