“Well, we are young, you know, and neither of us proud—and I am not a lazy girl—indeed, I am not; but you forget the good news.”
“I forget that, and everything else but yourself, darling, while I'm in your company. O heavens! if you were once my own, and that we were never to be separated!”
“Well, but the good news!”
“What is it, dear?”
“I haye mentioned our affection to my brother, and he has promised to assist us. He has heard of your character, and of your mother's, and says that it's unjust to visit upon you——”
She paused—“You know, my dear Connor, that you must not be offended with anything I say.”
“I know, my sweet treasure, what you're going to say,” replied Connor, with a smile; “nobody need be delicate in saying that my father loves the money, and knows how to put guinea to guinea; that's no secret. I wish he loved it less, to be sure, but it cannot be helped; in the mean time, ma colleen dhas dhun—O, how I love them words! God bless your brother! he must have a kind heart, Una dear, and he must love you very much when he promises to assist us.”
“He has, and will; but, Connor, why did you send such a disagreeable, forward, and prying person, as your father's servant to bring me your message? I do not like him—he almost stared me out of countenance.”
“Poor fellow,” said Connor, “I feel a good dale for him, and I think he's an honest, good—hearted boy, and besides, he's in love himself.”
“I know he, was always a starer, and I say again I don't like him.”