I'm goin' to meet Nancy Peety this minute,
an' you never seen sich colloguin' an' hugger-muggerin' as we'll have,
plaise goodness--ah, you ill-thinkin', skulkin' villains!"
Kate Hogan, though a tigress when provoked, and a hardened, reckless
creature, scarcely remarkable for any particular virtue that could be
enumerated, and formidable from that savage strength and intrepidity
for which she was so well known, was yet not merely touched by the
sufferings of Kathleen Cavanagh, but absolutely took an interest in
them, at once so deep and full of sympathy, as to affect her temper and
disturb her peace of mind. Notwithstanding her character she was still
a woman; and, in matters involving the happiness of an innocent and
beautiful creature of her own sex, who had been so often personally kind
to herself, and whose family were protectors and benefactors to her and
her kindred, she felt as a woman. Though coarse-minded upon most many
matters, she was yet capable of making the humane distinction which her
brutal relatives could not understand or feel;--we mean the fact that,
in having lent themselves to the base conspiracy planned and concocted
by Hycy Burke, and in having been undoubtedly the cause of M'Mahon's
disgrace, as well as of his projected marriage with Kathleen having been
broken up, they did not perceive that she was equally a sufferer; or,
if they did, they were either too cunning or too hardened to acknowledge
it.
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