CHAPTER VI 



EFFIE 



The master of Drumgool, genial and easy and the 

 very personification of welcome, had scarcely 

 taken in with a glance the two pleasant-looking 

 young people who had invaded his drawing-room, 

 when the explainer of situations rushed into the 

 breach. 



" I'm awfully sorry," said he, " but IVe made a 

 mistake. I met this young lady at the inn at 

 Cloyne, and, as she was coming here, I came on 

 the same car, for I thought you were a Mr Michael 

 French I'd met in London. I've been fishing 

 down here." 



" You expected me last night," said Miss Grim- 

 shaw. " My name is Grimshaw." 



" Faith," said Mr French, " this is a pleasant 

 surprise. Sit down, sit down." 



" I ought to say my name is Dashwood," put 

 in the explainer. 



" Sit down, sit down — I'm dehghted to see you 

 both. Staying at the inn, are you? And how do 

 you like Mrs Sheelan? And you met at the inn? 

 Of course you did. Miss Grimshaw, I don't know 

 how in the name of wonder I'm going to apologise 



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