She wondered why Dr.
O'Farrell had not told her at the time that he was writing to Godfrey.
She still subconsciously felt that Godfrey Radmore belonged to Old Place and to no one else in Beechfield.
"I didn't know about Pat," she said slowly.

"But you'll be able to thank him in person now, for he's coming on Friday to stay with us." "Is he now ?" The shrewd Irishman looked sharply into her troubled face.
"Well, well, you'll have to let bygones be bygones--eh, Mrs.Toss?
I take it he's a great man now." "I don't think money makes for greatness," she said.
"Don't you ?" he queried drily.

"I do! Come admit, woman, that you're sorry _now_ you didn't let Betty take the risk ?" "I'm not at all sorry--" she cried.

"It was all his fault.

He was such a strange, rough, violent young fellow!" The words trembled on the old doctor's lips--"Perhaps it will all come right now!" But he checked himself, for in his heart of hearts he did not in the least believe that it would all come right.