It was the way of the O'Haras to do things first and to consider afterwards whether it were well or ill that they should be done.

Many a ruined O'Hara might have fared differently in life's battle had he thought before he acted.
Lady Bridget was no exception to the rule of her family.

She had accepted Colin McKeith in a blind impulse of escape from the old hedged-in existence of her order, of which she was quite tired and where-in she had proved herself a failure.

She had been attracted by the idea that he represented, of wide spaces and primitive adventures.
She had always longed to travel in untrodden ways, and had loved stories of romantic barbarism.

And then, too, some queer glamour of the man had got hold of her.