"You haven't seen Norah," he replied.
"Well, I'll risk it; I came over here to help you, and I may as well do it, little as the job suits me."
"Oh," he laughed, "it'll be grand to see my cousin Mrs. O'Callaghan's face!"
It was important to our plan that St. Alleyne and I should not seem to be together, so he gave me final instructions before we reached Stromore Station. "You must get the bedroom over the door," he said, "because there's a sitting-room next to it, and we must have them both."
"Suppose it's already occupied?" I said.
"WE SWUNG UP THE ROAD FROM THE STATION."
"You don't know Stromore in the winter," he said; "there won't be a soul in the place, and Mahony will kneel at your feet."
"I hope he won't," I said, "because I might feel inclined to kick him."
"Kick Mahony!" he cried, "the man's six feet two, and as strong as an ox. You'd better begin to be sick almost at once, hadn't you?"