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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 530 pages of information about The Kellys and the O'Kellys.

“You see, Armstrong, that pettifogging schemer told me he didn’t wish me to come to his house again, and I wouldn’t, even for Fanny Wyndham, force myself into any man’s house.  He would not let me see her when I was there, and I could not press it, because her brother was only just dead; so I’m obliged to take her refusal second hand.  Now I don’t believe she ever sent the message he gave me.  I think he has made her believe that I’m deserting and ill-treating her; and in this way she may be piqued and tormented into marrying Kilcullen.”

“I see it now:  upon my word then Lord Cashel knows how to play his cards!  But if I go to Grey Abbey I can’t see her without seeing him.”

“Of course not—­but I’m coming to that.  You see, I have no reason to doubt Fanny’s love; she has assured me of it a thousand times.  I wouldn’t say so to you even, as it looks like boasting, only it’s so necessary you should know how the land lies; besides, everybody knew it; all the world knew we were engaged.”

“Oh, boasting—­it’s no boasting at all:  it would be very little good my going to Grey Abbey, if she had not told you so.”

“Well, I think that if you were to see Lord Cashel and tell him, in your own quiet way, who you are; that you are rector of Ballindine, and my especial friend; and that you had come all the way from County Mayo especially to see Miss Wyndham, that you might hear from herself whatever message she had to send to me—­if you were to do this, I don’t think he would dare to prevent you from seeing her.”

“If he did, of course I would put it to him that you, who were so long received as Miss Wyndham’s accepted swain, were at least entitled to so much consideration at her hands; and that I must demand so much on your behalf, wouldn’t that be it, eh?”

“Exactly.  I see you understand it, as if you’d been at it all your life; only don’t call me her swain.”

“Well, I’ll think of another word—­her beau.”

“For Heaven’s sake, no!—­that’s ten times worse.”

“Well, her lover?”

“That’s at any rate English:  but say, her accepted husband—­that’ll be true and plain:  if you do that I think you will manage to see her, and then—­”

“Well, then—­for that’ll be the difficult part.”

“Oh, when you see her, one simple word will do:  Fanny Wyndham loves plain dealing.  Merely tell her that Lord Ballindine has not changed his mind; and that he wishes to know from herself, by the mouth of a friend whom he can trust, whether she has changed hers.  If she tells you that she has, I would not follow her farther though she were twice as rich as Croesus.  I’m not hunting her for her money; but I am determined that Lord Cashel shall not make us both miserable by forcing her into a marriage with his roue of a son.”

“Well, Ballindine, I’ll go; but mind, you must not blame me if I fail.  I’ll do the best I can for you.”

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