father and mother both noticed the singularly deep bursts of indignant
feeling with which he appeared to be agitated. For some time they
declined making any inquiry as to its cause, but when they saw at length
the big scalding tears of shame and rage start from his flashing eyes,
they could no longer restrain their concern and curiosity.

"In the name of heaven, John," said they, "what has happened to put you
in such a state as you're in?"

"I can't tell you," he replied; "if you knew it, you'd blush with
burnin' shame--you'd curse me in your heart. For my part, I'd rather be
dead fifty times over than livin', after what has happened this night."

"An' why not tell us, Lamh Laudher?"

"I can't father; I couldn't stand upright afore you and spake it. I'd
sink like a guilty man in your presence; an' except you want to drive me
distracted, or perjured, don't ask me another question about it. You'll
hear it too soon."

"Well, we must wait," said the father; "but I'm sure, John, you'd
not do anything unbecomin' a man. For my part, I'm not unasy on your
account, for except to take an affront from a Neil, there's nothing you
would do could shame me."

This was a' fresh stab to the son's wounded pride, for which he was not
prepared. With a stifled groan he leaped to his feet, and rushing from
the kitchen, bolted himself up in his bed-room.

His parents, after he had withdrawn, exchanged glances.