“If your head makes fifty mistakes,” said her sister, “your heart's an excuse for them all; but you don't make any mistakes, Hanna, when you're in earnest; instead of that your head's worth all our heads put together. Come, now.”
They took the Carriglass road, but had not gone far when they met Dora M'Mahon who, as she said, “came down to ask them up a while, as the house was now so lonesome;” and she added, with artless naivete, “I don't know how it is, Kathleen, but I love you better now than I ever did before. Ever since my darlin' mother left us, I can't look upon you as a stranger, and now that poor Bryan's in distress, my heart clings to you more and more.”
Hanna, the generous Hanna's eyes partook of the affection and admiration which beamed in Dora's, as they rested on Kathleen; but notwithstanding this, she was about to give Dora an ironical chiding for omitting to say anything gratifying to herself, when happening to look back, she saw Bryan at the turn of the road approaching them.
“Here's a friend of ours,” she exclaimed; “no less than Bryan M'Mahon himself. Come, Dora, we can't go' up to Carriglass, but we'll walk back with you a piece o' the way.”
Bryan, who was then on his return from Chevydale's, soon joined them, and they proceeded in the direction of his father's, Dora and Hanna having, with good-humored consideration, gone forward as an advanced guard, leaving Bryan and Kathleen to enjoy their tete-a-tete behind them.
“Dear Kathleen,” said Bryan, “I was very anxious to see you. You've h'ard of this unfortunate business that has come upon me?”
“I have,” she replied, “and I need not say that I'm sorry for it. Is it, or will it be as bad as they report?”
“Worse, Kathleen. I will have the fine for all Ahadarra to pay myself.”
“But can nothing be done. Wouldn't they let you off when they come to hear that, although the Still was found upon your land, yet it wasn't yours, nor it wasn't you that was usin' it?”
“I don't know how that may be. Hycy Burke tells me that they'll be apt to reduce the fine, if I send them a petition or memorial, or whatever they call it, an' he's to have one Written for me to-morrow.”