CHAPTER NINE.
BEHIND THE INN DOOR AT RATHMULLAN.
I know not what account of our adventure was given by my little mistress to her parents, but certain it was I found myself risen in the good graces of the mother, if not in those of his honour.

As to the latter, his graces, good or bad, were hard to calculate.

Perhaps he disliked me less than before, rather than liked me better.

He said nothing, except to reprimand me for assaulting Martin.

But I suspected it was no special love for Martin which called forth the rebuke.
And now, for a time, things went uneasily at Knockowen.