Love of Brothers

Mrs. Wade had a certain amount of education and was curiously refined-America had not altered her even to the extent of affecting he

e. Susan stood up, making a little dip, took the boy's garment she had been mending and went away, while Mrs. Wade received her visitor with a curious ai

ing and going, her eyes dilated. She had put out a hand as Susan Horr

for some time, but you did not hear me. My husband, Sir Shawn O'Gara, has

ra. I am sorry you had to wait

like facing the light. My

ey look so b

when she felt like to die with trouble. People had taken it for an exaggerated statement. What cause could Mary O'Gara have

said merrily. "I migh

place you have

knew nothing was to be bought here. And

made it so pretty it would be hard to leave it. Else I should sug

America had not yellowed her as it usually had the revenants. Her dark skin was smooth and richly coloured:

lonely. You ar

the lone

uld have

saying that a dog was the kind of

ave to exer

Lady O'Gara could have imagined that she

go out sometim

cowered away from her

as afr

for walking," s

tear yourself fro

e of a deep rose-colour. A few cushions in the white chairs and sofa repeated the rose-colour

nt on. "It must be pitchy towards nightfall. I

s, uncontrollable shrinking of the woman whose ways have always been honourable and tenderly guarded, from the woman who has slipped on the way, however

e might be between her and Mrs. Wade there was not that difference. They met as one

e trees. You are very kind, Lady O'Gara. About the dog,-if I had a little gentle one, w

dopted daughter, has Poms. There is a little one, rather lame, in the last litt

ross by the fireside to the door and the other portion of the room was ra

ge one day I was there. She was so pretty, and the little dogs wit

dogs: I know she would be so glad to give

y? She's a pretty thing. It would

there was something hur

t she could see the heav

ring the puppy togethe

had slipped from virtue, however innocently and pitiably. It was a scruple which might not have troubled her if Stella had been her own ch

woman's eyes, something of a gratitud

eat company in the house at night. A little dog like that would be almost

ew thought. She leant forward a

be bringing Mr

'Gara. "I shall not b

was very proud," Mrs. Wade said, dropping ba

it? Conscience? Did she think Terence Comerford's m

ford," she said. "Stella is m

she had said "Stella."

her woman of Mr

ed with a curiously brightening face. "I had put on the kettle i

that she had a touch of the gamin-as to how Mrs. Wade would give her tea. Would she sit down with her in the equality of an afternoon call? There was a little

. There were odd volumes of Thackeray and Dickens, Mrs. Gaskell and Charlotte Bront?. Her dimples came and were reflected as she turned about in the convex glass, with an eagle atop, over the

h man who had taken Ardnavalley, a place in the neighbourhood, for the shooting. Sir Robert Smith, the

olumes of poetry, not v

ellow, and some Irish b

Poems," Davis, Moore:

all table, the "Imitation of Christ" beside it. By these lay one or two oddly bound books in garish colourings, Lady O'

Bride Sweeney, Enfant de Marie, had received this book for proficie

inted wood, on which was set out a tea for one person, all very dainty, from the smal

did not wish to be identified with Bride Sween

ea-cloth on the table. "They are very dull stories. Even a convent-school girl could not extract much from

ious," Lady O'Gara said. "But,

ke Mrs. Horridge. I take my tea when you are taking your dinner.

entle face. The eyes still looked upward with a kind of passion in their depths. She remembered her husband's

weetly. "I don't think I could eat a

me that I could get the milk from your dairy. It would make any tea

O'Gara said, while she sipped her tea. "I

s the Mount. She doesn't mind that way even in the dark, though the people about here wouldn't take it on any account.

e not afrai

g of the Admiral's ghost I'd be. Maybe there's some you'd welcome back from the grave, if you loved

Lady O'Gara that just outside, where the water fell ov

cannot imagine any one bei

the shadows about her husband'

ain in its blood. It occurred to her at the same time that not one word had passed between them which could indicate that she knew anything of

n these lonely places to hide. Poor Susan! The reason for her hiding was obvious. With Mrs. Wade it was another matter. Why need she have come