CHAPTER XVII.
THE WILL OF OTHERS He let me go gently just as the old foot touched the top step of the stairs, and Bridget Kelly, a little, fat, rosy, smiling woman, much pleasanter of expression than her sister, Maureen, came into the gallery.
"Why, bless me, Captain Cardew," she said, "who have you found?
There is a cabman at the door who would have it that he was waiting for a young lady, although I told him no young lady had come in but only a gentleman." "Look and see who it is, Bridget," Captain Cardew answered her.
She looked at me in a momentary bewilderment.

Then she flung her arms about me.
"Why, it must be Miss Bawn," she cried.

"Miss Bawn, and the image of her Ladyship, yet more red in the cheeks than her Ladyship had, except maybe when his Lordship was courting her.

And where did you come from at all, Miss Bawn?
or did the sky open to let you fall through ?" "I came by the cab, Bridget.

I am in Dublin on a visit with Miss Champion.