Meanwhile, the good old soul sat and looked at me with a beaming expression.

“I little thought,” she said, “when I rose up this morning, honey-jewel, of who’d be here before the day was over.  Sure, you’re pale, love!  Maybe ‘twas tiring you I was, trapesin’ through the house.  Maureen ’ud have something to say to me.  She was always terrible jealous of her babies.”

I assured her I was not tired.  I tried to talk to her about Maureen and the Abbey and my grandparents, and all the time I felt that she watched me with an anxious and fond gaze.

“I wouldn’t be telling her Ladyship, if I was you, Miss Bawn,” she said suddenly, “about meeting Captain Anthony Cardew here.  ’Twould vex her, so it would.  I was surprised to find you talking together.  ’Twas the unluckiest thing in the world that you and him should meet.”

“I had met Captain Cardew before, Bridget,” I said coldly.  “He had rendered me a service.  I’m sure all that old trouble ought to be forgotten, and I think my grandmother is too good a Christian, and too reasonable to bear Captain Cardew enmity for something which was no fault of his.”

“That may be, dearie,” old Bridget said, with the fond, coaxing way of our people towards us.  “That may be.  Still, if I was you, Miss Bawn, I wouldn’t think of Captain Anthony, even if he did do you a service.  He’s a beautiful gentleman, and many a lady was mad for him, I know well, and not his fault either; and many a poor girl, too, because he was so pleasant.  And no woman had ever cause to blame him or do anything but love him.  Still, dear, Master Theobald’s the husband for you.  Isn’t he young and bonny, like yourself?  And Captain Cardew has a white head.  He’s old by you, Miss Bawn.”

I remembered the old, childish days when she had been tenderer to me than Maureen, and she looked at me so wistfully that I could not be angry with her.  Indeed, I could have almost wept, like the child of long ago, on her comfortable breast.  And I was hardly vexed that she called Anthony Cardew old.  What did it matter, since I loved him, and he would always, always be the finest gentleman in the world to me?

I kissed her and left her, promising to come again and to bring Miss Champion with me, and I drove back in the cab to St. Stephen’s Green.  At one moment my heart was heavy because Captain Cardew was angry with me; and at another it was irrationally light, because he loved me and breathed the same air with me.  Was it only a few hours ago since we had been almost strangers and I had believed him far away at the ends of the earth?  And how the world had changed for him and for me since!  To be sure, I had been unready, and I realized now that I had no address which should find him.  But I could find out where he was.  Why, any second I might meet him in these streets!  And the mere possibility made them blossom like the rose.  Men like Anthony Cardew did not easily hide themselves.  I would find him, and the foolish misunderstanding would be cleared up.  As for the other difficulties—­what did they matter since we loved each other?  I had that happy confidence in him that he would sweep through obstacles as a bright sword through a maze of thorns.