“I trust you got it,” said his lordship.
“I did not,” said I; “the Provincial Directory of Ulster is to deal with the case.”
Lord Edward stopped short.
“You don’t mean—” began he, and stopped.
“I mean that I love Maurice Gorman’s daughter—a hopeless quest perhaps—but the prize—”
“The most charming lady in Ireland,” said he. “Your name is Barry, I believe?”
“Barry Gallagher, my lord.”
“Are you a kinsman of Tim Gallagher of Fanad?”
“Twin-brother. Is he alive then?” and in my eagerness I seized his lordship’s arm.
He did not resent the liberty at all.