"Certainly! They must. But I won't promise you that wedding-march by that German fellow—"
"Mendelssohn?"
"Yes. That's his name, I believe. Nor that other march of that other fellow, whom we see on the papers."
"I know. You mean the grand march in 'Lohengrin.' Why, Father Dan, what a musician you are! Who would ever think it?"
"Ah, my dear, I'm not understood at all. But I'll promise you one thing, my little child, such an ovation from the poor of Kilronan as will make the angels cry with envy."
Here Bittra was silent.
"One word more, Father Dan," she said, wiping away a happy tear, "I must be running back. Rex is waiting. But he doesn't speak enthusiastically about this sewing business. You know he has great experience of the world—"
I nodded "Of course."
"And he has seen all kinds of things, and he is awfully shrewd and clever, and he knows people so well, and he understands business matters so thoroughly—"
"Go on," I said, admiringly.