"BIDDY, I FEEL ILL, AND I THINK I'LL GO TO BED."
"I knew I could. Well, you'll show Lord St. Alleyne up, and he won't go down again until after Miss O'Callaghan has seen me."
"Lord save us!" cried Biddy.
"I know," I went on, "that you have your late mistress's happiness at heart, and this will make it safe. It depends upon you whether there is to be a great wedding at Stromore, or the convent for Miss O'Callaghan."
"'MISS O'CALLAGHAN TO SEE YE, SORR.'"
"Lord save us!" Biddy cried again, between laughter and tears.
"Mrs. O'Callaghan," I said, "is a strange woman, I understand."