CHAPTER X.
AT ARDKILL.
Sharp eyes had watched for the young lord's approach.

As he came near to the cottage the door was opened and Kate O'Hara rushed out to meet him.
Though his mind was turned against her,--was turned against her as hard and fast as all his false reasonings had been able to make it,--he could not but accord to her the reception of a lover.

She was in his arms and he could not but press her close to his bosom.

Her face was held up to his, and of course he covered it with kisses.

She murmured to him sweet warm words of passionate love, and he could not but answer with endearing names.