"He ought to know that he needn't come here, I think."

"Why, you fool, how do you know that? Sure the town must pay him fifty
guineas, if he doesn't get a customer, and that's worth comin' for. She
must be near us by this time. Husht! do you hear a car?"

They both paused to listen, but no car was audible.

"I do not," replied the niece; "but isn't it odd that he lets her carry
the money, an' him trates her so badly'?"

"Why would it be odd? Sure, she takes betther care of it, an' puts it
farther than he does. His heart's in a farden, the nager."

"Rody an' the other will soon spare her that trouble, any way," replied
the niece. "Is there no one with her but the carman?"

"Not one--hould you tongue--here's the gate where the same pair was to
meet us. Who is this stranger that Rody has picked up? I hope he's the
thing."

"Some red-headed fellow. Rody says he is honest. I'm wondherin', aunt,
what 'ud happen if she'd know the place."

"She can't, girshah--an' what if she does? She may know the place, but
will the place know her? Rody's friend says the best way is to do for
her; an' I'm afeard of her, to tell you the truth--but we'll settle that
when they come. There now is the gate where we'll sit down. Give a cough
till we try if they're------whist! here they are!"