lder daughter, Lady Barbara.

IV

Gabrielle piloted Jocelyn, who was still in a good humour, to his
bedroom door. Then she went to bed herself and slept as well as ever.
Jocelyn, alone in his room, called for another bottle of whiskey and
made a night of it. To be exact he made three days of it--four less
than might reasonably have been expected. For Gabrielle to have taken
him back to Roscarna was out of the question: and so she went on
quietly living at Maple's, and absorbing the strangeness of Dublin
while he finished it out. The servants of the hotel were very kind to
her; and the waiter who attended to Jocelyn's desires brought her night
and morning bulletins of her father's condition that were tinged with a
kind of melancholy admiration. "A wonderful gentleman for his age," he
said. "There's many a young man would envy the likes of him. Sure,
he'd drink the cross off an ass's back, so he would!"

Of course she met Radway. They met, as he had arranged, at Trinity
College gates, and went for a long walk along the blazing quays of the
Liffey. It was an unusual promenade for the month of August, but
neither of them knew Dublin.

He found her difficult. The affair did not develop along the lines
that he had intended, and as his time was limited, this made him
anxious. With Gabrielle the anticipation was always so much more
wonderful than the event. It thrilled him strangely to see her
approaching when they met: this tall slim girl with her splendid
freedom of gait, her black hair, her pallor, her red lips. When he saw
her coming he would think of all the passionate things that he wanted
to say to her; but as soon as they started on their walk together she
made the saying of them impossible--she was so obviously and vividly
interested in other and unsentimental things.

Her interest in the commonplace and (to his mind) unromantic irritated
him; but an instinct of good manners, that was not the least of his
charm, compelled him to humour her. Once she sat for a whole hour in a
dark cellar that smelt of tallow where a couple of men were engaged in
making those enormous candles that people in Ireland light on Christmas
Day; and once Radway was forced to follow her into the forecastle of a
Breton schooner reeking of garlic, where she practised the French that
Considine had taught her.

Later in the afternoon he took her to tea at Mitchell's, where she
consumed the first ice of her life, and was so