"
Bryan nodded and laughed, and Hycy dashed on to overtake his friend
Clinton.
M'Mahon's way home lay by Gerald Cavanagh's house, near which as he
approached he saw Nanny Peety in close conversation with Kate Hogan. The
circumstance, knowing their relationship as he did, made no impression
whatsoever upon him, nor would he have bestowed a thought upon it, had
he been left to his own will in the matter. The women separated ere he
had come within three hundred yards of them; Kate, who had evidently
been convoying her niece a part of the way, having returned in the
direction of Cavanagh's, leaving Nanny to pursue her journey home, by
which she necessarily met M'Mahon.
"Well, Nanny," said the latter, "how are you?"
"Faix, very well, I thank you, Bryan; how are all the family in
Carriglass?"
"Barring my mother, they're all well, Nanny. I was glad to hear you
got so good a place, an' I'm still betther plaised to see you look so
well--for it's a proof that you feel comfortable in it."
"Why I can't complain," she replied; "but you know there's no one widout
their throubles."
"Troubles, Nanny," said Bryan, with surprise; "why surely, Nanny,
barrin' it's love, I don't see what trouble you can have."
"Well, and may be it is," said the girl, smiling.
"Oh, in that case," replied Bryan, "I grant you're to be pitied; poor
thing, you look so ill and pale upon it, too.
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