Part 37 (1/2)
”Six to four on his Lordshi+p,” said Desmond, still lazily
”Will you come?” Kathleen asked
”Of course I will I have a spiritual conundrum of my own to be answered, and no one can find the solution but he Book a seat for me in the car”
”May we take Molly Healy?” Kathleen asked
”Who better? Molly Healy would hest one set the trials that pursue the tyres of a”Layton” car, resplendent in a recent coat of paint, well shod, and perfectly equipped, started fro journey to Millerton Denis Quirk was at the wheel, the chauffeur beside him In the tonneau Molly Healy and Desood-hu at their jests It was a bright, sunny day, with a gentle breeze blowing from the south; the roads were s the miles behind her, and the dust in the faces of those whom they passed on their way
”A brief epitome of this Commonwealth,” said Denis Quirk, with a wave of his hand as they were running through a vast, untenanted doreen pines ”Neglected opportunities! Land that should be supporting one hundred fa between cultivated farms and farm houses, widely scattered, but sufficiently near to one another to represent civilisation Double-fronted wooden houses were dotted here and there, single-storied, each with its wide verandah, a suard them fros, large haystacks, and sleek cattle feeding on green iven the one necessary thing, nash their teeth when they think of the prize out here in the lone Pacific! When I am a politician----”
”Why not now?” Desmond asked ”Go forth and preach your new crusade You can't begin too soon”
”I object to his preaching it in a car Motors were neverin a car, that makes a person lazy and contented,” cried Molly Healy
”Until soested Desmond
”Then----”
”I have heard the and e they used,” said Molly Healy
”It's no use carrying other men's sins on your conscience Haven't you sufficient of your own?” asked Desmond
”That is between me and my confessor, Desmond But if I don't carry these men's crimes no one will trouble about them, for they don't seeh they call the thing 'she'”
”That's why they abuse her--woinal cause of sin, and still is, nine cases out of ten”
”Sha of were it not for us poor women”
”And less of sin,” Desmond replied, cynically
”Peace, children!” said Kathleen; ”you spoil the scenery”
The Bishop was at home--a handsome ularly sweet
”Well, my child,” he asked Kathleen, ”what can I do for you?”
”Mr Quirk wished to know you, ht him from Grey Town to introduce him to you”
”It is very kind of Mr Quirk to come all this way to see me Perhaps you will lunch with me, now that you have come so far”
”Oh! no, my Lord----,” cried Kathleen
”Oh! yes,to say to me?” he asked Desmond