"And being very low," he continued, very slowly, "you'll speak to Biddy about it."
"Who's Biddy?" I asked.
"Mahony's daughter; he runs the hotel. And you'll say that you'd like to see someone—a woman for choice—as you have something weighing on your mind; and then you might drop Miss O'Callaghan's name. Now Biddy was Norah's maid for a time, and what more natural than that she should suggest bringing her old mistress to the poor sick guest?"
"You're a rogue," I said.
"Then Norah will come to you," he went on, "and I shall be in the next room, and after a time you'll speak of me, and then—"
"We must wait for the rest," I said, "But what will your cousin, Mrs. O'Callaghan, be doing all the time?"
"She'll be talking to Mahony about the price of oats downstairs."
"This is a very charming plan," I said, "but will it work? And do you think me humbug enough to mix myself up in such an affair?"
"You're humbug enough for anything," he said, "but have you the nerve?"
"It doesn't need much nerve," I said.