CHAPTER VI.
I'LL GO BAIL SHE LIKES IT.
It might be that the young man was a ravenous wolf, but his manners were not wolfish.

Had Mrs.O'Hara been a princess, supreme in her own rights, young Neville could not have treated her or her daughter with more respect.

At first Kate had wondered at him, but had said but little.

She had listened to him, as he talked to her mother and the priest about the cliffs and the birds and the seals he had shot, and she had felt that it was this, something like this, that was needed to make life so sweet that as yet there need be no longing, no thought, for eternity.

It was not that all at once she loved him, but she felt that he was a thing to love.