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affairs at that house which wrings my heart, Grace. To think that my beautiful sister Ellen should be subjected to such discomforts, to such miseries, is intolerable. I intend to go to O'Shanaghgan to-morrow, and will see how matters are for myself.”

Mrs. Hartrick was again silent for a moment or two; then she said gravely:

β€œDoubtless you are right to do this; but I hope, while you are away, you will do nothing rash.”

β€œWhat do you mean?”

β€œI mean that, from the little I have seen of Nora, she is a very impetuous creature, and has tried perhaps to wring a promise from you.”

β€œI will tell you quite simply what she has said, Grace, and then you will understand. She says her father has mortgaged the Castle evidently up to the hilt. The mortgagees will foreclose in a couple of months, unless money can be found to buy them off. Now, it has just occurred to me that I might buy Castle O'Shanaghgan for ourselves as a sort of summer residence, put it in order, and allow Patrick O'Shanaghgan to live there, and my sister. By and by the place can go to Terence, as we have no son of our own. I have plenty of money. What do you think of this suggestion, Grace?”

β€œIt might not be a bad one,” said Mrs. Hartrick; β€œbut I could not possibly go to a place of that sort unless it were put into proper repair.”

β€œIt is, I believe, in reality a fine old place, and the grounds are beautiful,” said Mr. Hartrick. β€œA few thousand pounds would put it into order, and we could furnish it from Dublin. You could have a great many guests there, and—”

β€œBut what about the O'Shanaghgans themselves?”

β€œWell, perhaps they would go somewhere else for the couple of months we should need to occupy the house during the summer. Anyhow, I feel that I must do something for Ellen's sake; but I will let you know more after I have been there.”

Mrs. Hartrick asked a few more questions. After a time she said:

β€œIs Nora to remain here?”

β€œYes. I was going to speak to you about that. It is a sad pity that so pretty a girl should grow up wild. We had better keep her with us for the next two or three years. She will soon tame down and learn our English habits; then, with her undeniable Irish charm and great beauty, she will be able to do something with her life.”

β€œI shall be quite pleased to have her,” said Mrs. Hartrick in a cordial tone. β€œI like training young girls, and Nora is the sort who would do me credit if she really were willing to take pains.”

β€œI am sure she will be; she is an honest little soul.”

β€œOh, I see you are bewitched by her.”

β€œNo, not bewitched; but I admire honesty and candor, and the child has got both.”

β€œWell, well!” said Mrs. Hartrick, β€œif it is arranged that Nora is to stay here, I will go and see Miss Flowers at Linda's and Molly's school to-morrow, and ask if Nora can be admitted as a pupil. There is no use in losing time, and she may as well start her lessons next week. By all means, George, go and do your best for the poor things. Of course your sister ought not to be allowed to be in money difficulties.”

β€œI should think not,” said Mr. Hartrick.

The next day Mr. Hartrick bade Nora and his own family good-by, and started on his expedition to Ireland. Nora was quivering with impatience. When she had seen the last of him she turned back into the house, and was there met by her brother Terence.

β€œCome here, Nora. I want to speak to you,” he said.

She followed him into the nearest room. He closed the door behind them.

β€œMay I ask what you have been saying to Uncle George?”

β€œYou may ask, of course, Terry; but I don't mean to tell you,” answered Nora.

β€œIt is because of you he is going to Ireland?”

β€œIt is because of something I have said.”

β€œHow do you think our mother will like it? You know how proud she is; how all these years she has determined to put a good face on things, and not to allow her relations in England to know the truth. I have followed her cue, and have been careful to make the very best of things at Castle O'Shanaghgan.”

β€œOh, it is easy to tell lies,” said Nora, with scorn.

β€œNora, you talk in a very silly way, and I often have no patience with you,” answered her brother. β€œIf I have regard to my mother's feelings, why should you despise me? You are supposed to consider our father's feelings.”

β€œThat is very different; the whole thing is different,” said Nora. She flushed, bit her lip, and then turned away.

β€œYou must hear me,” said Terence, looking at her with some impatience; β€œyou must, you shall. You are quite intolerable with your conceit and your silly, silly Irish ways.”

β€œWell, go on. What have you to say to me?”

β€œThat I think you were guilty of dishonor in talking as you did at dinner last night. You spoke of the place and the poverty in a way which quite put me to the blush. I hope in future, while you are here, you will cease to run the O'Shanaghgans down. It is not worthy of you, Nora, and I am ashamed of you.”

β€œRun them downβ€”I?” said poor Nora in astonishment.

β€œYes, you.”

She was silent for a moment; she was making a great effort to recover her equanimity. Was Terence right? Had she done wrong to speak before her aunt and cousins as she had done? Of course her uncle was different; it was absolutely necessary that he at least should know the truth. A distressful sense of dismay at her own impetuosity came over her. Terence watched her narrowly. He was fond of Nora in his heart of hearts, and also proud of her; and now that he saw she was really sorry he went up to her, put his arm round her neck, and kissed her.

β€œNever mind, little girl,” he said, β€œyou are young. Try to be guided by me in future, and do not give yourself away. We Irish wear our hearts on our sleeves, and that sort of thing does not go down in England.”

β€œOh, how I hate this cold England!” said the Irish girl, with passion.

β€œThere you are again, all your feelings expressed too broadly. You will never endure life if you go on as you have begun, Nora.”

β€œTerence,” said Nora, looking up at him, β€œwhen are you going home?”

β€œWhen am I going home? Thank you, I am very comfortable here.”

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