n boy and
Shawn O'Gara, your father, made a cache there one cold Winter,
pretending they were whalers in the North Sea. It was the time of Dr.
Nansen. The tomb used to be open then. They had all sorts of queer
things stowed away under the shelf that held the Admiral's coffin.
Queer things, boys!"

She looked into the fire for a few minutes.

"Your father loved my boy," she said. "I believe he'd have died to
save him. There was a time when I was angry against him, because he
lived and was warm and my boy was cold, and because your mother had
married him. I always looked to see her my Terence's wife. I was
wrong. Terence had chosen his own wife."

The marriage was fixed for early in the New Year. Every one seemed
extremely happy. Terence had got his leave of absence for a year.
Stella was making excellent progress and had begun to take a shy
interest in the preparations for the wedding and the details of the
wedding journey. She had seen Sir Shawn, lying on the invalid couch
which had the very latest improvements to make his invalid's lot as
easy as possible. He had drawn down her face to his and kissed it,
saying something inexplicable to Stella.

"You are the dove with the olive branch to say that the floods have
retreated."

He was very happy about the marriage, and Lady O'Gara, watching him as
though he were a beloved and delicate child, smiled at his saying, a
bright brave smile which made Stella say afterwards to Terry that his
mother's smile was like Winter sunshine.

"It used to be so full of fun," said Terry, "her dimples used to come
and go, but she is troubled about my father, though she says she is the
happiest woman alive, because she can keep him perhaps for a long time
yet."

Patsy Kenny was painting and papering his house in the stable yard, in
the intervals of his professional labours, whistling over his work.
Mrs. Horridge, as she still called herself, was back at the South lodge
with Georgie, and old Lizzie Brennan as her lodger.

"The old soul," she said to Lady O'Gara. "I'll always find room for
her. She do take on so when it comes over her that she might go to the
'Ouse. I've promised her she shan't. Wasn't it clever of her, m'lady,
to go off and find Miss Stella's Ma for her. I don't believe Miss
Stella would be with us this day if it weren't for that. I never saw a
young lady so set on her Ma. M'lady," she drew Lady O'Gara away from
the gate by which they were standing