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a banjo in the treble; had woven antimacassars, 

 had read the romances of Mr Richardson, had 

 waited for the gentlemen after dinner — the claret- 

 flushed gentlemen whose cheery voices would be 

 heard no more. 



" I hope so too," said Miss Grimshaw. " I'm all 

 right, for I'm the governess, you know. If he 

 isn't it will look very strange us arriving together 

 so you must explain, please. Are you good at 

 explaining things? " 



" Rather! I say, is he a family man? I mean, 

 are there a lot of children? " 



" No. Mr French has only one little daughter, 

 an invaHd. I'm not a real governess. I don't 

 take a salary and aU that. I've just come over 

 to — well, I want a home for a while, and I want to 

 see Ireland." 



" Strikes me you'll see a lot of it here," said Mr 

 Dashwood, looking out at the vast soHtudes to the 

 east, where the hills stood ranged like armed men 

 guarding a country where the bird shadow and the 

 cloud shadow were the only moving things. 



" Yes," said Miss Grimshaw, and yawned. She 

 liked Mr Dashwood, but his Ught-hearted con- 

 versation just now rather palled upon her. 



" And won't you catch it in the winter here! " 

 said he, as he watched Croag Mahon, a giant mono- 

 lith, sunht a moment ago, and now wreathing itself 

 with mist just as a lady wreathes herself with a 

 filmy scarf. " What on earth will you do with 

 yourself when it rains? " 



