He tried to speak, but no sound came from his lips; and when, after she had driven some distance away, she turned to look after him, he was standing on the same spot in the road, his hat at his foot, where it had fallen when he stooped to kiss her hand. CHAPTER XXXVII THE RETURN Kate Kearney was in the act of sending out scouts and messengers to look out for Nina, whose long absence had begun to alarm her, when she heard that she had returned and was in her room. ‘What a fright you have given me, darling!’ said Kate, as she threw her arms about her, and kissed her affectionately. ‘Do you know how late you are?’ ‘No; I only know how tired I am.’ ‘What a long day of fatigue you must have gone through. Tell me of it all.’ ‘Tell me rather of yours. You have had the great Mr. Walpole here: is it not so?’ ‘Yes; he is still here--he has graciously given us another day, and will not leave till to-morrow night.’ ‘By what good fortune have you been so favoured as this?’ ‘Ostensibly to finish a long conversation or conference with papa, but really and truthfully, I suspect, to meet Mademoiselle Kostalergi, whose absence has piqued him.’ ‘Yes, piqued is the word. It is the extreme of the pain he is capable of feeling. What has he said of it?’ ‘Nothing beyond the polite regrets that courtesy could express, and then adverted to something else.’ ‘With an abruptness that betrayed preparation?’ ‘Perhaps so.’ ‘Not perhaps, but certainly so. Vanity such as his has no variety. It repeats its moods over and over; but why do we talk of him? I have other things to tell you of. You know that man who came here with Dick. That Mr. ----’ ‘I know--I know,’ cried the other hurriedly, ‘what of him?’ ‘He joined me this morning, on my way through the bog, and drove with me to Cruhan.’ ‘Indeed!’ muttered Kate thoughtfully. ‘A strange, wayward, impulsive sort of creature--unlike any one--interesting from his strong convictions--’ ‘Did he convert you to any of his opinions, Nina?’ ‘You mean, make a rebel of me. No; for the simple reason that I had none to surrender. I do not know what is wrong here, nor what people would say was right.’ ‘You are aware, then, who he is?’ ‘Of course I am. I was on the terrace that night when your brother told you he was Donogan--the famous Fenian Donogan. The secret was not intended for me, but I kept it all the same, and I took an interest in the man from the time I heard it.’ ‘You told him, then, that you knew who he was.’