He beckoned her to the lobby, where, in a low, guarded voice, the following conversation took place between them: "Caterine, have you not a niece that sings well?
Barney Casey mentioned her to me as possessing a fine voice." "As sweet a voice, sir, as ever came from a woman's lips; but the poor thing is delicate and sickly, and I'm afeard not long for this world." "Could she imitate a Banshee, do you think ?" "If ever woman could, she could.

There's not her aquil at the keene, or Irish cry, livin'; she's the only one can bate myself at it." "Well, Caterine, if you get her to go to Mr.Goodwin's to-morrow night and imitate the cry of the Banshee, I will reward her and you liberally for it.

You are already well aware of my generosity." "Indeed I am, Mr.Woodward; but if either you or I could insure her the wealth of Europe, we couldn't prevail on her to go by herself at night.

Except by moonlight she wouldn't venture to cross the street of Rathfillan.

As to her, you may put that out of the question.