"No," she said, "I brought it against the night air."
"Then you"d do a great act of charity," I said, "if you"d just step up on that stage and give it to that young lady to cover her shoulders and arms. She"ll catch her death of cold."
"For all the money you have in the National Bank, Father Dan," said Mrs.
Mullins, "and they say you have a good little nest there, I wouldn"t do it. See how she"s looking at us. She knows we are talking about her. And her mother is Julia Lonergan, who lives at the Pike, in the parish of Moydore."
Sure enough, Phbe Lonergan, for that was her name, was looking at us; and her eyes were glinting and sparkling blue and green lights, like the dog-star on a frosty night in January. And I knew her mother well.
When Julia Lonergan put her hands on her hips, and threw back her head, the air became sulphurous and blue. I determined not to mind the scantiness of the drapery, though I should not like to see any of my own little children in such a state. Whilst I was meditating thus, she came to the end of her song; and then let a yell out of her that would startle a Red Indian.
"Why did she let that screech out of her?" said I to Father Letheby.
"Was it something stuck in her?"
"Oh, not at all," said he, "that"s what they call a _bravura_."
I began to feel very humble. And then a queer thing happened. I thought I was a young curate, long before the days of Maynooth statutes, and all these new regulations that bind us as tightly as Mrs. Darcy"s new alb.
We were out at the hunt on a glorious November morning, the white frost on the gra.s.s, and the air crisp and sunny. The smell of the fields, the heather, and the withered bracken, came to us, and the bay coats and the black coats of the horses shone like silk in the sunlight. There were the usual courtesies, the morning salutes, and the ladies" smiles; and then we moved to the cover, the dogs quivering with excitement, and we not too composed. And then far across the ploughed field we saw the arch-enemy, Reynard, his brush straight out from his back; and with one shout, Hoicks! and Harkaway! we broke out into the open, and, with every nerve and muscle strained, and the joy of the chase in our hearts, we leaped onward to the contest. All the exhilaration and intense joy of youth and freedom and the exercise of life were in my veins, and I shouted Tally-ho! Harkaway, my boys! at the top of my voice.
A gentle hand was laid on mine, and I awoke from my dream. The people were all smiling gravely, and the chorus was just finishing the last bars of that best of all finales: Tally-ho! It was the witchery of the music that called up the glorious past.
Then there was hunting for shawls and wraps, and such a din:--
"Wasn"t it grand, Father Dan?"
"Aren"t you proud of your people, Father Dan?"
"Where is Moydore now, Father Dan?"
"Didn"t we do well, Father Dan?"
And then Miss Campion came over demurely and asked:--
"I hope you were pleased with our first performance, Father?"
And what could I say but that it was all beautiful and grand, and I hoped to hear it repeated, etc.
But then, when I had exhausted my enthusiasm, a band of these young fairies, their pretty faces flushed with excitement, and the stars in their curls bobbing and nodding at me, came around me.
"It"s now our turn, Father Dan. We want one little dance before we go."
"What?" I cried, "children like you dancing! I"d be well in my way, indeed. Come now, sing "Home, Sweet Home," and away to Blanketland as fast as you can."
"Ah, do, Father Dan!"
"Ah, do, Father Dan!"
"One little dance!"
"We"ll be home in half an hour!"
"Ah do, _Daddy_ Dan!"
There was consternation. I knew that I was called by that affectionate, if very undignified t.i.tle; but this was the first time it was spoken to my face; and there was horror on the faces of the young ones. But it carried the day. I looked around, and saw some white waistcoats peeping shyly behind a gla.s.s door.
"The boys are all gone home, I believe?" I said innocently.
"Oh, long and merry ago, Father. The lazy fellows wouldn"t wait."
"And all the dancing will be amongst yourselves?"
Chorus: "Of course, Father!"
"And no waltzes or continental abominations?"
Chorus: "Oh dear, no!"
"And you"ll all be in your beds at twelve o"clock?"
Chorus: "To the minute, Father."
"Well, G.o.d forgive me, but what can I do? Go on, you little heathens, and--"
"Thank you, Father--"
"Thank you, Father--"
"Thank you, Father--," etc., etc.
I went home with a troubled conscience, and I read that blessed Maynooth statute about dances. Then I had no sleep that night.
The doctor and the deputation called on me about a fortnight later to settle accounts. I thought they were not very enthusiastic. They left the door open, and sat near it.
"We came to settle about the concert, sir," said the doctor; "we thought you"d would like to see our balance-sheet."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Good Heavens!" was all I could say. (p. 89.)]
"Yes," I said, demurely, "and, of course, if the balance itself was convenient--"
"It isn"t as much as we thought," said the doctor, laying a small brown parcel on the table. "The expenses were enormous. Now, look at these,"
he said, softly detaining my hand, as it moved towards the parcel.
I read the list of expenses. It was appalling. I cast a corner of my eye farther down, and read, without pretending to see anything:--
"Total balance = 4_s_. 11-1/2_d_."
"Boys," said I, as I saw them putting their hands over their mouths with that unmistakable Hibernian gesture, "you have done yourselves a great injustice."
"I a.s.sure you, sir," said the schoolmaster--