'I would not have believed it of Daireen. Standish MacDermot--what a dreadful Irish name! But where can he have been aboard the ship? He cannot have been one of those terrible fore-cabin passengers. Ah, I would not have believed her capable of such disingenuousness. Who is this young man, Jack?' 'My dear girl, never mind the young man or the young woman just now. We must look after the traps and get them through the Custom-house.' replied the major. 'Mr. Harwood, who is this young man with the terrible Irish name?' she asked in desperation of the special correspondent. She felt indeed in an extremity when she sought Harwood for an ally. 'I never was so much astonished in all my life,' he whispered in answer. 'I never heard of him. She never breathed a word about him to me.' Mrs. Crawford did not think this at all improbable, seeing that Daireen had never breathed a word about him to herself. 'My dear Mr. Harwood, these Irish are too romantic for us. It is impossible for us ever to understand them.' And she hastened away to look after her luggage. It was not until she was quite alone that she raised her hands, exclaiming devoutly, 'Thank goodness Mr. Glaston had gone before this second piece of romance was disclosed! What on earth would he have thought!' The reflection made the lady shudder. Mr. Glaston's thoughts, if he had been present while Daireen was bringing forward this child of mystery, Standish MacDermot, would, she knew, have been too terrible to be contemplated.