"I thought so," responded the Young Doctor. "Now, how many times do you
think you've told that story before, Patsy?"
"About a hundred, I should think; or no--I should think about two hundred
times," answered Patsy shamelessly.
"I thought so," said the Young Doctor, but before turning to go into the
house, he leaned and whispered in his ear: "Patsy, you're the most
beautiful liar that ever come out of Ireland."
"Aw, Doctor dear!" said Patsy softly.
They all moved towards the house, save Louise. "Please, I want to stay
behind a minute or two," she said, as she held out a hand to the Young
Doctor. "Don't wait for me. I want to be alone a little while." Once more
the Young Doctor felt the trembling appeal of her palm as on the first
day they met, and he gripped her hand warmly.
"It will all come right. Good-night, my dear," he said cheerfully. "Have
a good sleep on it."
Louise remained in the garden alone, the moon shining on her face lifted
to the sky. For a moment she stood so, wrapped in the peace of the night,
but her body was almost panting from the thrill of the legend which Patsy
Kernaghan had told. As he had meant it to do, it gave her hope; although
before her eyes was the picture that Patsy had drawn of Black Brian with
his great sword beside him lying on the sands, waiting for the hungry sea
to claim him.
Presently there stole through the warm air of the night the sound of her
own name.
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