"
"Very well," said her mother; "in the mane time, my good girsha, sit
down. Is it thrue that Jemmy Burke's house was robbed a couple o' nights
ago?"
"True enough," said the girl.
"And how much did he lose?" asked M'Mahon; "for there's disputes about
it--some say more and some say less."
"Between seventy and eighty pounds," replied Nanny; "the masther isn't
sure to a pound or so; but he knows it was near eighty, any way."
"That's just like him," said Cavanagh; "his careless way of managin'.
Many a time I wondher at him;--he slobbers everything about that you'd
think he'd beggar himself, an' yet the luck and prosperity flows to him.
I declare to my goodness I think the very dirt under his feet turns to
money. Well, girsha, an' have they any suspicion of the robbers?"
"Why," said the girl, "they talk about"--she paused, and it was
quite evident from her manner that she felt not only embarrassed, but
distressed by the question. Indeed this was no matter of surprise; for
ever since the subject was alluded to, Kate Hogan's black piercing eyes
had not once been removed from hers, nor did the girl utter a single
word in reply to the questions asked of her without first, as it were,
consulting Kate's looks.
A moment's reflection made Cavanagh feel that the question must be a
painful one to the girl, not only on her own account, but on that of
Kate herself; for even then it was pretty well known that Burke's family
entertained the strongest suspicion that the burglary had been committed
by these notorious vagabonds.
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