, I will not, Dermot! I'm weary of my life here; I want to
see London and the world. Shure, I'll come back some day with gold of me
own, a rale lady, for all the world like the gintry at the castle
below."

He took her hands for a moment and wrung them in his, then, with a look
of dumb agony in his blue eyes, turned his back upon her and continued
his way down the mountain side.

* * * * *

London! was this indeed London, the goal of all her hopes, the place
where _he_ lived, and moved, and had his being?

[Illustration: EILY STOOD A FORLORN DESOLATE FIGURE ON EUSTON PLATFORM.]

Eily stood, a forlorn, desolate figure, among the crowds that jostled
each other carelessly on Euston platform. The pretty face that peeped
from the folds of a thick woollen shawl looked tired after the long
journey, and her feet--oh, how they ached! for they were unaccustomed to
the pressure of the heavy, clumsy boots in which they were now encased.

What a crowd of people, and how "quare" the talk sounded! How grandly
they were all dressed! not one with a red petticoat like the new one she
had been so proud of only yesterday morning; she glanced at it now with
contempt, deciding to discard it before she had been another day in
London.

There was a girl sitting on her box not far from Eily; she was evidently
waiting for some one to fetch her. Eily eyed her garments with envy;
they were of dazzling crimson, plentifully besprinkled with jet; she
wore a large hat trimmed with roses; a "diamond" brooch fastened her
neck-ribbon, and a "golden" chain fell from neck to waist; but what Eily
liked best of all was the thick, black fringe that covered her forehead;
such "style" the simple peasant had never before beheld; if only her
aunt would be generous she would buy just such a dress as that, but
whether or not, the fringe could be had for nothing, and _he_ should see
that she could be as genteel as any one else, he need never be ashamed
of her.

Her plans and projects were alike cut short by her aunt, who, hot and
excited after a wordy war with porters and cabmen, ran breathlessly
along the platform.

"Make haste, Eily! how long are you goin' to stand there staring like a
sick owl? Hurry up, child; the cabman will be for charging me overtime
if you're so slow, and it's bad enough to have to pay ordinary fare all
that way."

Eily took up the little tin box that held all her worldly possessions,
and followed h