Father Marty will certainly know if she knows." "And you know nothing ?" "Nothing." "I think I must ask Father Marty." "But will it matter to you ?" Kate asked.
"At any rate it shall not matter to you," he said, kissing her.

And then again she was happy; though there had now crept across her heart the shadow of some sad foreboding, a foretaste of sorrow that was not altogether bitter as sorrow is, but which taught her to cling closely to him when he was there and would fill her eyes with tears when she thought of him in his absence.
On this day he had not found Mrs.O'Hara at the cottage.

She had gone down to Liscannor, Kate told him.

He had sent his boat back to the strand near that village, round the point and into the bay, as it could not well lie under the rocks at high tide, and he now asked Kate to accompany him as he walked down.

They would probably meet her mother on the road.