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"Will you tell Matier to harness the horse...."
"I'll tell him this minute. That man's near demented mad at the thought of you marryin'. 'Be the hokey O!' he says whenever I go a-near him, an'
then he starts laughin' an' tellin' me it's the great news altogether.
'I wish,' says he, 'the oul' lad was alive. He'd be makin' h.e.l.l's blazes for joy!' Och, he's cracked, that fella. I tell him many's the time it's in the asylum he should be, but sure, you might as well talk to the potstick as talk to him. He'll drive you to the station with a heart an' a han', and the capers of him when you both come back'll be like nothin' on G.o.d's earth!"
"So long as he doesn't capsize us both into the ditch!..."
"Him capsize you! I'd warm his lug for him if he dar'd to do such a thing!..."
THE TWELFTH CHAPTER
1
He had been to the offices of Messrs. Kilworth and Kilworth in Kildare Street, and had seen Sir John Kilworth and settled as much of his business as could then be done. Now, wondering just what he should do next, he made his way to Stephen's Green and entered the Park, and while he was standing on the bridge over the lake, looking at the dark fish in the water, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turning round, saw John Marsh.
"I didn't know you were in Dublin," John said, holding out his hand.
"I haven't been here very long," Henry answered, "and I'm going away again after Easter. I'm going to be married."
"Married!"
"Yes ... to Ninian Graham's sister. I've often talked of you to her. You must come and stay with us when we get back to Ballymartin."
"Yes. Yes, I should like to! I hope you'll be happy, Henry!" He spoke in a nervous, agitated way that was not habitual with him, and Henry, looking more closely at him, saw that he was tired and ill-looking.
"Aren't you well, John?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Yes, I'm quite well. I'm rather tired, that's all. I've been working very hard!"
"Still drilling?"
"Yes ... still drilling!"
"What are you doing at Easter, John?" Henry asked.
Marsh looked at him quickly, almost in a startled fas.h.i.+on. "At Easter!"
he repeated. "Oh ... nothing! Why?"
"You and I might go for a long walk through the mountains," Henry answered. "We could walk to Glendalough and back again. It would just fill up the Easter holidays. Let's start to-morrow morning. I'm staying at the Club. You can meet me there!"
"No, I'm sorry, Henry, I can't go with you!..."
"Why not? You said you'd nothing particular to do!"
"I'm going to Ma.s.s in the morning...."
"Well, that doesn't matter. We can start after you've been. Come along, John. You look washed-out, and the tramp'll do you good!..."
Marsh shook his head. "I can't go, Henry," he said. "It isn't only to-morrow morning that I want to go to Ma.s.s ... I want to go the day after ... and I want to go with all ... all my people on Easter Sunday!"
"You've grown very religious, John. Do you go to Ma.s.s every morning?"
"I've been every morning now for a month. You see, one doesn't know ...
well, perhaps I am growing more religious. I won't keep you now. Perhaps I shall see you again!..."
"Why, of course, you'll see me again. Heaven and earth, man, anybody'd think you were going to die, the way you talk!"
Marsh did not speak. He smiled when Henry spoke of dying, and then looked away. They were still standing on the bridge, and he leant on the parapet and looked down on the lake.
"Queer things, fis.h.!.+" he said.
"Not nearly so queer as you are," Henry answered. "Why won't you come with me? You won't want to be cooped up in Dublin all Easter, do you?"
"Cooped up!"
"Yes. Two or three days of mountain air 'ud do you a world of good.
You'd better come with me!"
"No, I can't," he answered so abruptly that Henry did not press the matter again. "When are you going to be married, Henry?" he asked, speaking in his old, kindly tone again.
"At the beginning of May ... less than a fortnight now!"
Marsh turned away from the water, and stood with his back to the parapet. "Why don't you spend Easter with your fiancee?" he said.
"That isn't quite possible, John. I should only be in the way, if I were there now!"
"Or at Ballymartin. It would be rather nice to spend Easter at Ballymartin!"
"Well, I will, if you'll come with me...."
"I can't do that. I don't think I should stay in Dublin at Easter if I were you...."
"Why?"
"Oh, it'll be dull for you. People go away. There's not much to do. I should go to the North or over to England or somewhere if I were you!"
Henry felt resentful. "You seem d.a.m.ned anxious to get rid of me, John,"
he said. "You won't come into the mountains with me, and you keep on telling me to clear out of Dublin!"
Marsh turned to him quickly, and put his hand on his arm.
"My dear Henry," he said, very gently, "you know that I don't feel like that. I thought you'd be ... I thought you'd have a happier Easter out of Dublin, that was all. That place in Wales, where you went with poor Farlow...."
"Tre'Arrdur Bay?"