' Oh ho!
is it so, indeed! Very good, Mr. M'Mahon--we shall act accordingly."
Gerald Cavanaugh had been made acquainted by his wife on the day before
with the partial revival of his daughter's affection for Bryan M'Mahon,
as well as with the enthusiastic defense of him made by Finigan, two
circumstances which gave him much concern and anxiety. On his return,
however, from Clinton's, his family observed that there was something of
a satisfactory expression mingled up with a good deal of grave thought
in his face. The truth is, if the worthy man thought for a moment that
the ultimate loss of M'Mahon would have seriously injured her peace
of mind, he would have bitterly regretted it, and perhaps encourage
a reconciliation. This was a result, however, that he could scarcely
comprehend. That she might fret and pine for a few months or so was the
worst he could calculate upon, and of course he took it for granted,
that the moment her affection for one was effaced, another might step
in, without any great risk of disappointment.
"Well, Gerald," said his wife, "what did Ganger Clinton want with you?"
Gerald looked at his two daughters and sighed unconsciously. "It's not
good news," he proceeded, "in one sense, but it is in another; it's
good news to all my family but that girl sittin' there," pointing to
Kathleen.
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