Burke," she replied gravely; "I have just
danced a reel with Bryan M'Mahon here, and I don't intend to dance any
more to-night."
"A simple reel?" said Hycy; "perhaps you will so far favor me? I shall
consider it as a favor, I assure you."
"Excuse me, Mr. Burke, but I won't dance any more to-night."
"That's hard," he replied, "especially as I came all the way to have
that pleasure. Perhaps you will change your mind, Miss Cavanagh?"
"I'm not in the habit of changing my mind, Mr. Burke," she replied, "and
I don't see any reason why I should do so now. I say once for all that I
won't dance any more to-night."
"What is it," asked the mother, on perceiving her hesitation; "won't she
dance wid you? Hut, tut, Kathleen, what nonsense is this? To be sure you
must dance wid Mr. Burke; don't take any refusal, Mr. Burke--is that all
you know about girls.--sure nineteen refusals is aquil to one consent.
Go over, Gerald, and make her dance wid him," she added, turning to her
husband.
"What's the matter, Kathleen, that you won't dance wid Mr. Hycy?" asked
the good man.
"Because I have danced all I will dance to-night, father."
"Tut, nonsense, you foolish girl--it's proud you ought to be that he'd
ax you. Get up and dance a reel wid him."
Hanna, who knew her sister's resolution when once formed, immediately
came to her rescue.
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