"First, tell me when are we to go to Ireland--to Kilcash?"
"Whenever you like, my dearest Alfred."
"But how soon?" he asked eagerly.
"Whenever you like, my dear boy, I am at your disposal. But do not run any risk--do not hasten away for my sake."
Jerry was thinking of how little it would cost him in the way of self-denial if he were obliged to pass a month under this roof.
"But will you hurry away for mine?"
"For yours, my dear Alfred! Of course I'll do anything you wish. But how hurry away for yours?"
"Then we can start to-morrow for Kilcash?"
"To-morrow! Why, what's the matter, Alfred?"
"Ah, I know it is too late for to-day. But to-morrow we set out for Kilcash."