Those broad shoulders had burdens of their own to bear of another sort, and it was at any rate impossible that he should come to share those of Desmond Court.
But a champion was forthcoming; one, indeed, whose shoulders were less broad; on looking at whose head and brow Lady Desmond could not forget her years as she had done while Owen Fitzgerald had been near her;--but a champion, nevertheless, whom she greatly prized.

This was Owen's cousin, Herbert Fitzgerald.
"Mamma," her daughter said to her one evening, as they were sitting together in the only room which they now inhabited.

"Herbert wants us to go to that place near Kilcommon to-morrow, and says he will send the car at two.

I suppose I can go ?" There were two things that Lady Desmond noticed in this: first, that her daughter should have called young Mr.Fitzgerald by his Christian name; and secondly, that it should have come to that with them, that a Fitzgerald should send a vehicle for a Desmond, seeing that the Desmond could no longer provide a vehicle for herself.
"You could have had the pony-chair, my dear." "Oh, no, mamma; I would not do that." The pony was now the only quadruped kept for the countess's own behoof; and the young earl's hunter was the only other horse in the Desmond Court stables.

"I wouldn't do that, mamma; Mary and Emmeline will not mind coming round." "But they will have to come round again to bring you back." "Yes, mamma.