There's two nights he's had no sleep at all.

Won't ye try and rest aisy for his sake, Miss Isabel darlint?
Ye can go up the mountain in the morning, and maybe that little Miss Bathurst will like to go with ye.

Do wait till the morning now!" she wheedled, laying a wiry old hand upon her.

"It's no Christian hour at all for going about now." "Let me go!" said Isabel.
Biddy's black eyes pleaded with a desperate earnestness.

"If ye'd only listen to reason, Miss Isabel!" she said.
"How can I listen," Isabel answered, "when I can hear his voice in my heart calling, calling, calling! Oh, let me go, Biddy! You don't understand, or you couldn't seek to hold me back from him." "Mavourneen!" Biddy's eyes were full of tears; the hand she had laid upon Isabel's arm trembled.