She rose to meet us with an exclamation of astonishment, and after a hasty and affectionate greeting, presented Dr.La Touche.

He said a few courteous words, and to our relief made no allusions to round towers, duns, raths, or other antiquities, and bade us adieu, saying that he should have the honour of waiting upon us that evening with our permission.
A person in a neat black dress and little black bonnet with white lawn strings now brought up the two children to say good-bye to Salemina.
It was the Derelict, Benella Dusenberry, clothed in maid's apparel, and looking, notwithstanding that disguise, like a New England schoolma'am.
She was delighted to see us, scanned every detail of Francesca's travelling costume with the frankest admiration, and would have allowed us to carry our wraps and umbrellas upstairs if she had not been reminded by Salemina.

We had a cosy cup of tea together, and told our various adventures, but Salemina was not especially communicative about hers.

Oddly enough, she had met the La Touche children at the hotel in Mallow.

They were travelling with a very raw Irish nurse, who had no control of them whatever.