"But he has downright proposed for her."
"No! Father John," said Louey.
"Has he though, really!" exclaimed Lyddy.
"Then, why, in the name of the blessed Virgin, don"t he marry her?"
said the mother.
"That"s poor Feemy"s difficulty, you see, Mrs. McKeon. Now if any man you approved of were to make off with Miss Lyddy"s heart--and I"m sure she"ll never give it to any one you don"t approve of--why of course he"d naturally come to you or her father, and the matter would be settled; but Feemy has no mother for him to go to, and her father, you know, can"t mind such things now."
"But she has a brother; in short, if he meant to marry her, it would soon be done. Where there"s a will, there"s a way."
"But that"s where it is; you know young men, and what they are, a deal better than I do; and you can understand that a young man may propose to a girl, and be accepted, and afterwards shilly shally about it, and perhaps at last change his mind altogether--merely because the girl"s friends don"t take care that the affair is regularly and properly carried on; now isn"t that so, Mrs. McKeon?"
"Indeed, Father John, it"s all true."
"Well, that"s just Feemy"s case; may be, after, as you say, having given the young man so much encouragement, she"ll lose him because she has no mother to keep him steady as it were, and fix him; and no blame to her in the matter either, is there, Mrs. McKeon?"
"Why, if you look at it in that way, of course, she"s not so much to blame."
"Of course not," said Father John, obliged to be satisfied with this modic.u.m of applause; "of course not; but it"s a pity for the poor girl."
"You think he"ll jilt her altogether, then?"
"I don"t think he means it yet; but I think he will mean it soon,--unless, indeed, Mrs. McKeon, you"d befriend her now."
"Me, Father John!"
"If you"d take a mother"s part with her for a week or so, it would all be right; and I don"t know a greater charity one Christian could do another this side the grave, than you could do her."
"What could I do, Father John?" said the good woman,--rather frightened, for she would now be called on to take some active part in the matter, which perhaps she might not altogether relish;--"what could I do? You see Ballycloran is three miles out of this, and I couldn"t always be up there when Ussher was coming. And though I believe I"d be bold enough where one of my own girls was concerned, I"d be shy of speaking to a man like Captain Ussher, when it was no business of my own."
"As for that, I believe you"d never want wit or spirit either, to say what you"d wish to say to any man, and that in the very best manner.
It"s true enough, though, you couldn"t be always up at Ballycloran; but why couldn"t Feemy be down at Drumsna?"--Father John paused a minute, and Mrs. McKeon said nothing, but looked very grave.--"Now be a good woman, Mrs. McKeon, and ask the poor girl down here for a fortnight or so; I know Lyddy and Louey are very fond of their friend, and Feemy"d be nice company for them; and then as you are acquainted with Captain Ussher, of course he"d be coming after his sweetheart; and then, when Feemy is under your protection, of course you"d speak to him in your own quiet lady-like way; and then, take my word for it, I"d be marrying them in this very room before Christmas.
Wouldn"t we have dancing up stairs, eh, Miss Louey?"--Mrs. McKeon still said nothing.--"And even supposing Ussher did not come down here, and nothing was done, why it would be evident the match was not to take place, and that Ussher was a blackguard; then of course Feemy must give up all thoughts of him. And though, maybe, she"d grieve awhile, it would be better so than going on as she is now up at the old place, with no one to give her any advice, or tell her what she ought to do or say to the man. Any way, you see, it would be doing her a kind service. Come, Mrs. McKeon, make up your mind to be a kind, good neighbour to the poor girl; and do you and the two young ladies go up to Ballycloran, and ask her to come down and spend a week or two with you here."
"But perhaps," said Louey, "Feemy won"t like to leave Ballycloran, and come so far from her beau; because she couldn"t see him here as she does there, you know, Father John."
"Why, Miss Louey, I don"t think you know how she sees him. I believe he goes and calls there, much as you"d like your beau to come and call here, if you had one."
"Indeed, Father John, when I do have one, I hope I shall manage better than to be talked about as much as she is, any way. I hardly think it would do to ask her at present, mother. You know Mr. Gayner is to be here the night of the race-ball, and we"ve only the one bed."
"Come, come, Miss Louey, I didn"t expect to hear you say a word against your old friend; why should you be less good-natured than your mother? You see she"s thinking how she can best do what I"m asking."
"As for old friends," said Louey, "I and Miss Macdermot were never so very intimate; and as for being ill-natured, I never was told before that I was more ill-natured than mother. But of course mamma will do as she likes, only she can"t very well turn Mr. Gayner out of the house after having asked him to come for the races, that"s all:" and Miss Louey flounced out of the room.
"Come, Mrs. McKeon," continued Father John, "think of the benefit this would be to Feemy; and you can"t have any real objection; the race-ball is only for one night, and the girls will be too tired after that, to think very much of sleeping together."
"But you seem to forget--very likely Mr. McKeon wouldn"t like my asking her; you know I couldn"t think of doing it without asking him."
"Oh! Mrs. McKeon, that"s a good joke! You"ll make me believe, won"t you, that you"re not as much mistress of your own house as any woman in Ireland? As if Mr. McKeon would interfere with your asking any one you pleased to your own house."
"But you see the girls are against it."
"I hope they are not against anything that would be charitable and kind in their mother; but if they were, I"m quite sure their mother shouldn"t give way to them. Wouldn"t you be glad to have Miss Feemy here a short time, Miss Lyddy?"
"Indeed, I"d have no objection, if mamma pleases, Father John."
"There, you see, Mrs. McKeon;--I am afraid I said something rude which set Miss Louey"s back up, but I am sure in her heart she"d be glad of anything that would be of service to Feemy. Come, Mrs.
McKeon, will you drive over to Ballycloran this fine morning, and ask her?"
"But suppose she won"t come?"
"Then it won"t be your fault;--you can tell her it"s just for the races and the ball you"re asking her--that she may see Mr. McKeon"s horse win the race, and dance with Ussher at the ball afterwards.
Oh! if you mean her to come, she"ll come fast enough;--let you alone for carrying your point when you"re in earnest. I know your way of asking, when you don"t mean to take a refusal;--and to give you your due this day, I never heard you give an invitation you didn"t mean to be accepted."
"Well, Father John, as you think it will be of so much service to Feemy, and as, as you say, she has no mother, poor girl, of her own, and no female friend that she can look to, I"ll ask her over here.
But it mustn"t be for a week or a fortnight, but till the affair of Captain Ussher is finally settled. And if the girl behaves herself as she ought, when once she is here, Tony won"t see her wronged by any man."
"That"s my own friend!" said Father John with tears in his eyes.
"What could any poor priest like me do in a parish, if it wasn"t that there were such women as yourself to help him?"
"But, Father John--whisper here," and she took him aside into the window, and spoke in a low voice; "you can"t have helped hearing the stories people have been talking about Feemy. As I have heard them, of course you must."
"Heard them! of course I have--but you know what lies get talked abroad."
"But they say she walks with him after dark; and goes in and out there at Ballycloran, at all hours, just as she pleases. Of course I can have none of those doings here."
"Of course not; it is because she has no one there to tell her what is right or wrong that I wish her to be here. Of course you have regular hours here, and you"ll find you"ll have no difficulty with her that way."
"Well, Father John, I"ve only one more thing to say, and you"ll answer me that as a priest and a Christian. G.o.d knows, I wouldn"t believe any ill-natured story against any poor girl situated as Feemy is; but you know, such things will get about:--people say Ussher speaks of her as his mistress, instead of as his wife. Now, Father John, if this unfortunate girl, whom I"m ready and willing to help, has done anything really wrong, you would not be the means of bringing her into the house with my own dear girls! Have you, Father John, told me all you know about her attachment to this man?"
"Indeed then if she was unfit to a.s.sociate with your girls, Mrs.
McKeon, I"d be the last man on earth to ask you to invite her here.
If Feemy has been imprudent in going out too much alone with Ussher, it"s the most that with truth can be said against her; and as you ask me to tell you all, I"ll tell you one thing I didn"t wish to mention before the girls." And Father John told her how Thady had got drunk, and insulted Ussher, telling him not to come to Ballycloran again, and all that: but he did not tell her how strongly he suspected that Thady was right in his fears for his sister, and that his chief object in getting Feemy away from Ballycloran was to remove her as far as possible from Ussher"s influence.
"Well, Father John, I"ll go to Ballycloran, and ask her here; I suppose she"ll hardly be ready to come to-day, but if she pleases, I"ll drive over again for her after to-morrow. I"ll go now and talk Louey over, for you and she seem to have quarrelled somehow."
"And G.o.d bless you, Mrs. McKeon; it"s yourself is a good woman; and you never did a kinder action than the one you"re going to do this morning!" and Father John took his leave.
The breakfast party at Ballycloran the morning after the wedding was not a very lively one; indeed the meals at Ballycloran seldom were very gay, but this was more than usually sombre.
Larry was brooding over Keegan"s threats, his fears that Thady meant to betray him into the attorney"s hands, and his determination never from that day forth to stir from his fireside, lest the horrid myrmidons of the law should pounce upon him.
Feemy was intent on the insults which had been offered to her lover, and her temper was somewhat soured by the remembrance that she had not effected her purpose of questioning Ussher about his intentions.
Thady, however, was the blackest looking of the family. Everything was dark within his breast. He thought of the ruffians with whom he had leagued himself; and though previously he had only considered them as poor, hard used, somewhat lawless characters, they now appeared to him everything that was iniquitous and bad. Secret murder was their object--black, foul, midnight murder--and he was sworn, or soon would be sworn, not only to help them, but to lead them on. What he had already done might hang him. He felt his life to be in the power of each of those blackguards, with whom, in wretched equality, he had been drinking on the previous evening. And what had led him to this? If he had been wronged and injured, why could not he redress himself like other injured men? If revenge were necessary to him, why could he not avenge himself like a man, instead of leaguing with others to commit murder in the dark, like a coward and a felon? And then he thought of his position with Keegan and Ussher. There was something manly in his original disposition; he would have given anything for a stand up fight with the attorney with equal weapons; if it had been sure death to both, he would have fought him to the death; but he had no such opportunity; the dastardly brute had trampled on him when he could not turn against him. And then with rancorous hatred he thought of the blow that Keegan had struck him,--of the manner in which he had insulted his father, and worse than all, of the name he had applied to his sister; and, remembering all this, he almost reconciled himself to the only means he had of punishing the wretch that had inflicted all these injuries on him.
Then he thought of Ussher, and the scene which had pa.s.sed between them last night; he knew he had been drunk, and had but a very confused recollection of what he had done or said. He remembered, however, that he had insulted Ussher; this did not annoy him; but he had a faint recollection of having committed his sister"s name, by talking of her in his drunken brawl, and of having done, or said something, he knew not what, to Father John.
Though Thady had never known the refinements of a gentleman, or the comforts of good society, still he felt that the fall, even from his present station to that in which he was going to place himself, would be dreadful. But it was not the privations which he might suffer, but the disgrace, the additional disgrace which he would bring on his family, which afflicted him. How could he now presume to prescribe to Feemy what her conduct should be, or to his father in what way he should act respecting the property? He already felt as though he was unworthy of either of them, and was afraid to look them in the face.