Leocadia in Alban Butler, and then
tried to screw up his courage all yesterday. Ulick has managed to
traverse a romance, but perhaps it is just as well, for what would be
the effect on the public of Mr. Hope in _that_ coat being seen
ringing at the convent door?'
'Well, Miss Durant,' said Ulick, entering the drawing-room in the
winter twilight, 'here is evidence for you!'
'You have actually penetrated the convent, and seen my aunt?
Impossible! and yet this pencilled note is her own dear writing!'
'You don't mean that you really were let in?' cried Sophy.
'I entered quite legitimately, I assure you. It was all luck. I'd
just been putting up at the Crown, when what should I see in a sort
of a trance, staring right into the inn-yard, but as jolly-looking a
priest as ever held a station. "An' it's long since I've seen the
like of you," says he aloud to himself. "Is it the car?" says I.
"Sure it is," says he. "I've not laid my eyes on so iligant a
vehicle since I left County Tyrone."'
'Mr. O'Hara!' exclaimed Genevieve.
'"And I'm mistaken if you're not the master of it," he goes on,
taking the measure of me all over,' continued Ulick, putting on his
drollest brogue. 'You see he had too much manners to say that such a
personable young gentleman, speaking such correct English, could be
no other than an Irishman, so I made my bow, and said the car and I
were both from County Galway, and we were straight as good friends as
if we'd hunted together at Ballymakilty.
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