Now I spoke up.
"I am sure that Uncle Luke did nothing we need be ashamed of, Gran," I
said. "I remember him well, and he was very kind. I can see him now
putting my canary's little leg in splints when it had broken it, and the
dogs adored him. Old Dido yet listens for his return."
My grandmother began to weep softly.
"I did not want Bawn to know anything about those dreadful happenings,
Mary," she said. "And whatever I believe or feel about Luke would not
stand in the eyes of the law, since I am only his mother and why should
I not believe in my son?"
"It is my quarrel with you and Lord St. Leger that you will act as
though you believed him guilty," my godmother said. "As for Bawn, Lady
St. Leger, you must let me tell her the story. It is time that she
should know it. Not now, but another time when it will not grieve you.
And you will let her come with me to Dublin?"
"If her grandfather consents, Mary. I have no doubt that he will consent
if you ask him. But Bawn will need some clothes if she is to see your
friends. What are we going to do about her clothes?"
"You must leave that to me, Lady St. Leger, as being Bawn's godmother.
If I have not done my duty by her hitherto, it does not mean that I
never shall.
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