"You've heard about Nora Brady, Miss Bawn?" she said.
"No?"
My heart sank, apprehending some new calamity; while Maureen went on in
bitter tones--
"I never thought well of her and now I'm proved right. The minute she
heard that Master Richard was took with the small-pox she ran off to him
like a mad thing. And there she is ever since. Not a womankind in the
house but herself. Her mother was a decent woman; I'm glad she didn't
live to see it."
"And if she did, Maureen," I said sternly, "she might be proud of her
girl. It isn't possible that you are making scandal out of Nora's mercy
to the sick? I think it most noble, most Christian of her. I honour her
for it."
"Whisht, child!" said Maureen, scornfully. I shall never inspire respect
in Maureen's breast. "I know what I know. To be sure, you'd be the last
to know of it, of the walks and the talks with Master Richard. Every one
knew except yourself."
"Be silent, Maureen," I said, asserting myself for once. "I know
everything, everything. And I know that Nora is a good, innocent girl.
Don't dare to speak to others as you have spoken to me."
And then I was contrite, seeing my old nurse quail before me, for I had
never shown her that I could be angry.
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