ney.

He was in the hall when the latter came down, and gave him good morning.

"Where's your mistress?" said Hennessey to old Byrne, as they took their
seats at the breakfast table.

"Faith, she's been out since six," said Byrne. "She came down threatenin'
to skin Rafferty alive for layin' fox thraps in the woods, then she had a
bite of bread and butter and a cup of tea Norah made for her, and off she
went with Rafferty to hunt out the thraps and take them up. It's little
she cares for breakfast."

"I was the same way myself when I was her age," said Hennessey to
Pinckney. "Up at four in the morning and out fishing in Dublin Bay--it's
well to be young."

"Look here," said the young man, as Byrne left the room, "she was out till
eleven last night in the woods; she knocked me up as I was sitting in the
library and I let her in. _I_ don't see anything wrong in the business,
but all the same, it's not a particularly safe proceeding and I suppose a
mother or father would have jawed her--I couldn't. I suppose I showed by
my manner that I didn't approve of her being out so late, for she seemed
in a huff as she went up to bed. My position is a bit difficult, but I'm
hanged if I'm going to do the heavy father or careful mother business. If
she was only a boy, I could talk to her like a Dutch uncle, but I don't
know anything about girls. I wish--"

Pinckney's wish remained forever unexpressed, for at the moment the door
opened and in came Phyl.

Her face was glowing with the morning air and she seemed to have forgotten
the business of the night before as she greeted Pinckney and the lawyer
and took her place at the table.

"Phyl," said the lawyer, half jocularly, "here's Mr. Pinckney been
complaining that you were wandering about all night in the woods, knocking
him up to let you in at two o'clock in the morning."

Phyl, who was helping herself to bacon, looked up at Pinckney.

"Oh, you cad," said her eyes. Then she spoke:

"I came in at eleven. If I had known, I would have called up Byrne or one
of the servants to let me in."

Pinckney could have slain Hennessey.

"Good gracious," he said. "_I_ wasn't complaining. I only just mentioned
the fact."

"The fact that I was out till two," said Phyl, with another upward glance
of scorn.

"I never said any such thing. I said eleven."

"It was my loose way of speaking; but, sure, what's the good of getting
out of temper?" put in Hennessey. "Mr. Pinckney wasn't meanin