Ah! I knew it, my darling, my love!' "The whole house was deadly still, and I could hear every word of his troubled ravings.

I almost felt as if I had no right to be there, listening to them, but my duty held me.

Later on, he fancied himself planning a holiday with her, so I concluded.

'I shall start on Monday evening,' he was saying, and you can join me in Dublin at Jackson's Hotel on the Wednesday, and we'll go straight on.' "His voice grew a little faint, and his wife moved forward on her chair, and bent her head closer to his lips.
"'No, no,' he continued, after a pause, 'there's no danger whatever.

It's a lonely little place, right in the heart of the Galway Mountains--O'Mullen's Half-way House they call it--five miles from Ballynahinch.