it?"

"Look here, Nora, I won't be scolded by you. After all, I am your
elder, and you are bound, at any rate, to show me decent outward
respect. If you only mean to talk humbug of this sort I am off to
bed."

Terence rose from his place on the window-ledge, and, without
glancing at Nora, left the room. When he did so she clasped her
hands high above her head, and sat for a moment looking out into the
night. Her face was quivering, but no tears rose to her wide-open
eyes. After a moment she turned, and began very slowly to undress.

"I will see the Banshee tomorrow, if it is possible," she whispered
under her breath. "If ruin can be averted, it shall be. I don't mind
leaving the place; I don't mind starving. I don't mind _anything_
but that look on father's face. But father's heart shall not be broken;
not while Nora O'Shanaghgan is in the world."




CHAPTER VI.


THE CAVE OF THE BANSHEE.

At ten o'clock on the following evening two eager excited girls
might have been seen stealing down a narrow path which led to
Murphy's Cove. Murphy's Cove was a charming little semicircular bay