"Sure, I could'nt answer yer letther, the way I'd like, core iv my
heart," said Mrs. O'Toole to Kate, when they were alone; "nor the
Captin's, (me Lord's I mane) will ye write wan fur me asthore; he'll
think I have'nt a screed iv gratitude in me afther him settlin a fortin
on me."
"I will, dear nurse, but he will be here soon, and then you can speak
to him yourself; he must be at Allerton now on account of his poor
brother's death, it was so sudden at last."
"Well, the Lord, rest his soul! sure it's better for him to be in
happiness in heaven than down here, standin' in the captin's way,"
returned nurse, cheerfully.
"For shame, nurse, you must not speak so."
"Och, thin, core iv my heart, but ye look well; there's the light iv
joy in your eyes, an' on yer lips again. See what a power if happiness
the Blessed Saviour was storin' up for us, all the time we wor in
sorra. An' many's the time I grumbled becaise things didn't go my way.
Sure, if I'd the pick iv the world, I'd choose the captin (I mane me
Lord) fur a husband fur ye; it's he that has the warm heart, an' the
open hand!--an' what'll ye be, asthore?--a duchess or a countess!
"Only a viscountess, and even then that seems very strange."
"A vi-countess; that's something betune thim, anyways." Kate laughed.
"An' whin will me Lord be here?"
"Not till after his brother's funeral, of course."
"They'll have a grand berrin," concluded Mrs. O'Toole, meditatively.
The new peer, as may be anticipated, joined them as soon as it was
possible, and a joyful sight it was to see his greeting with Mrs.
O'Toole, who was the same with the viscount as she had been with
the captain. He stopped to shake hands with her most cordially and
energetically at the foot of the stairs, even though Kate was waiting
for him at the top.
"Och! many's the time me ould eyes wur wearyin' to see you when we wur
in throuble; many's the time me sweet child wanted ye; but, glory be
to God, you'll be beside her for ever from this out, captin, agra! Me
lord, I mane."
"I'll never forgive you if you change the title, nurse. I was not
perfectly content till I saw your honest face; but now, indeed, I feel
I am amongst my old friends again."
"An' sure aint I a brute not to thank you fur the fortin; it's
bewildhered I am entirely; yer a prence, so ye are."
"Well nurse, never mind; I can't stop now, for you see there's Miss
Kate waiting for me; we'll have a long talk to-morrow," cried Egerton,
springing up the stairs.
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