Kathleen blushed deeply; but as if anxious to give the conversation another turn, and so to relieve herself, she replied, “I can't prevent you, mother, or my father either, from sending back whatever answer you wish; but this I say that, except the one I gave already, Hycy Burke will never receive any message or any answer to a message from me; an' now for the present let us drop it.” “Very well,” said her mother; “in the mane time, my good girsha, sit down. Is it thrue that Jemmy Burke's house was robbed a couple o' nights ago?” “True enough,” said the girl. “And how much did he lose?” asked M'Mahon; “for there's disputes about it--some say more and some say less.” “Between seventy and eighty pounds,” replied Nanny; “the masther isn't sure to a pound or so; but he knows it was near eighty, any way.” “That's just like him,” said Cavanagh; “his careless way of managin'. Many a time I wondher at him;--he slobbers everything about that you'd think he'd beggar himself, an' yet the luck and prosperity flows to him. I declare to my goodness I think the very dirt under his feet turns to money. Well, girsha, an' have they any suspicion of the robbers?” “Why,” said the girl, “they talk about”--she paused, and it was quite evident from her manner that she felt not only embarrassed, but distressed by the question. Indeed this was no matter of surprise; for ever since the subject was alluded to, Kate Hogan's black piercing eyes had not once been removed from hers, nor did the girl utter a single word in reply to the questions asked of her without first, as it were, consulting Kate's looks. A moment's reflection made Cavanagh feel that the question must be a painful one to the girl, not only on her own account, but on that of Kate herself; for even then it was pretty well known that Burke's family entertained the strongest suspicion that the burglary had been committed by these notorious vagabonds. “Well, ahagur,” said Cavanagh, “no matter now--it's all over unless they catch the robbers. Come now,” he added, addressing M'Mahon and his son, “if you're for the road I'm ready.” “Is it true, Mrs. Burke,” asked Bryan, “that you're goin' to have a Kemp in your barn some o' these days?” “True enough, indeed,” replied the good woman, “an' that's true, too, tell the girls, Bryan, and that they must come.” “Not I,” said the other, laughing; “if the girls here--wishes them to come, let them go up and ask them.” “So we will, then,” replied Hanna, “an' little thanks to you for your civility.” “I wish I knew the evenin',” said Bryan, “that I might be at Carriglass.” “When will we go, Kathleen,” asked her sister, turning slyly to her. “Why, you're sich a light-brained cracked creature,” replied Kathleen, “that I can't tell whether you're joking or not.”