There was there what the Americans would call a water privilege, a stream to which some fall of land just there gave power enough to turn a mill; and was now a question how they might utilize that power.
During the day just past Clara had been with them, but they were now talking of what they would do when she would have left them.

This created some little feeling of awkwardness, for Clara had put her whole heart into the work at Gortnaclough, and it was evident that she would have been so delighted to continue with them.
"But why on earth need you go home to-morrow, Lady Clara ?" said Herbert.
"Oh, I must; mamma expects me, you know." "Of course we should send word.

Indeed, I must send to Clady to-morrow, and the man must pass by Desmond Court gate." "Oh, yes, Clara; and you can write a line.

It would be such a pity that you should not see all about the mill, now that we have talked it over together.

Do tell her to stay, mamma." "I am sure I wish she would," said Lady Fitzgerald.