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Rh she didn't let it out! I would never have had the same respect for her again, as long as she lived, and longer! Oh, the rogue! Hadn't she the stocking handy? Oh, Mary, you were never at a loss!

—As soon as he had an opportunity he walked east to the priest's house.

"Well, Father," said he, "I am more in the dark now about this matter than ever I was."

"How so?" said the priest.

"Whatever he said to Mary the day he came west, he never spoke to her of any contract or promise of marriage."

Hardly were the words out of his mouth when they heard a step coming to the door. Into the room walked—Grey Dermot himself!

"Good morrow, Dermot," said the priest.

"Long may you live!" said Dermot. "How are you, John?"

"Well, thank you," said John.

They talked a little, none of them taking much interest in the talk.

At last Dermot said, "If you please, Father, I should like to speak to you for a moment."

"Would you mind staying here for a little while, John?" said the priest.

"Very well, Father," said John. "Don't trouble about me."

They went into another room.

A little while passed, and a great while passed after it. At last Dermot went away and the priest returned. He had a very comical look on his face.