Nor was this all.

The letter received by Bryan, as if the matter had been actually designed by the writer, produced the selfsame symptoms of deep resentment upon him that the mild and gentle Kathleen Cavanagh experienced on the perusal of her own.

His face became flushed and his eye blazed with indignation as he went through its contents; after which he once more looked at the superscription, and notwithstanding the vehement passion into which it had thrown him, he was ultimately obliged to laugh.
"Peety," said he, resuming his gravity, "you carried a letter from Hycy Burke to Kathleen Cavanagh to-day ?" "Who says that ?" replied Peety, who could not but remember the solemnity of his promise to that accomplished gentleman.
"I do, Peety." "Well, I can't help you, Bryan, nor prevent you from thinking so, sure--stick to that." "Why, I know you did, Peety." "Well, acushla, an' if you do, your only so much the wiser." "Oh, I understand," continued Bryan, "it's a private affair, or intended to be so--an' Mr.Hycy has made you promise not to spake of it." "Sure you know all about it, Bryan; an' isn't that enough for you?
Only what answer am I to give him ?" "None at present, Peety; but say I'll see himself in a day or two." "That's your answer, then ?" "That's all the answer I can give till I see himself, as I said." "Well, good-bye, Bryan, an' God be wid you!" "Good-bye, Peety!" and thus they parted..