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father," said Ada.

      "Then this man came to me and said that because the tenants away in County Mayo were not paying their rents, he could not pay his. And he can sell his interest on his holding now for £150. When I endeavoured to explain this to him, and that it was at my cost his interest in the farm has been created, he became my enemy. I don't mind that; one has to look for that. But that others should be joined in it, and that there should be no one to say that they had seen it! There must have been five pairs of hands at work, and twenty pairs of eyes must have seen what the others were doing."

      The two sisters looked at each other, but they said nothing. "I suppose we shall work it out of them some day," said Frank.

      "I suppose nothing of the kind," said the father. "There are eighty acres of meadow lying under Lough Corrib this moment which will not give a ton of hay next summer, or food for a sheep next autumn. The pastures will be saturated, and sheep would perish with foot-rot and fluke. Then money must be laid out again upon it, just that Mr. Carroll may again wreak his vengeance." After that there was silence, for the children felt that not a word could be spoken which would comfort their father.

      When they sat down to dinner, Mr. Jones asked after Florian. "He's not well," said Edith.

      "Florian not well! So there's another misfortune."

      "His ill-health is rather ill-humour. Biddy will take care of him, father."

      "I do not choose that he should be looked after by Biddy in solitude. I suppose that somebody has been teasing him."

      "No, father," said Edith, positively.

      "Has anyone been speaking to him about his religion?"

      "Not a word," said Edith. Then she told herself that to hold her tongue at the present moment would be cowardly. "Florian, father, has misbehaved himself, and has gone away cross. I would leave him, if I were you, till to-morrow."

      "I know there is ill-will against him," said the father. All this was ill-judged on behalf of Mr. Jones. Peter, the old butler, who had lived in the family, was in the room. Peter, of course, was a Roman Catholic, and, though he was as true as steel, it could not but be felt that in this absurd contest he was on the side of the "young masther."

      Down in the kitchen the conversion of the "young masther" to the true religion was a great affair, and Mr. Frank and the young ladies were looked upon as hard-hearted and cruel, because they stood in the way of this act of grace. Nothing more was said about Florian that night.

      CHAPTER II.

      THE MAN IN THE MASK

      Edith, before she went to bed that night, crept up to her brother's bedroom and seated herself on the bedside. It was a little room which Florian occupied alone, and lay at the back of the house, next to that in which Peter slept. Here, as she sat on the bed, she could see by a glance that young Florian feigned to be asleep.

      "Flory, you are pretending to be asleep." Flory uttered a short snore, – or rather snort, for he was not a good actor. "You may as well wake up, because otherwise I shall shake you."

      "Why am I to be shaked up in bed?"

      "Because I want to speak to you."

      "Why am I to be made to speak when I want to sleep?"

      "Papa has been talking about you downstairs. He has come home from Ballintubber, very tired and very unhappy, and he thinks you have been made to go to bed without your supper because we have been attacking you about religion. I have told him that nobody has said a word to you."

      "But you did."

      "Not a word."

      "You didn't tell him all that you told me – about letting in the water?" This was asked in a tone of great anxiety.

      "Not a word, – not as yet."

      "And you won't? Mind, I tell you it's all untrue. What do I know about letting in the water?"

      "Who did it?"

      "I'm not going to tell."

      "You know, then?"

      "No, I don't. But I'm not going to tell as though I knew it. You don't care about it in your religion, but we Catholics don't like telling lies."

      "You saw nothing?"

      "Whatever I saw I'm not to tell a lie about it."

      "You've promised not, you mean?"

      "Now, Edy, you're not going to trap me. You've got your own religion and I've got mine. It's a great thing in our religion to be able to hold your tongue. Father Malachi says it's one of the greatest trials which a man has to go through."

      "Then, Flory, am I to gather that you will say nothing further to me?" Here the boy shook his head. "Because in that case I must tell father. At any rate, he must be told, and if you do not tell him, I shall."

      "What is there to be told?"

      "I shall tell him exactly what I saw, – and Ada. I saw, – we saw, – that when the news came about the flood, you were conscious of it all. If you will go to father and tell him the truth he will be but very little angry with you. I don't suppose you had a hand in it yourself."

      "No!" shouted the boy.

      "But I think you saw it, and that they made you swear an oath. Was that not so?"

      "No!" whispered the boy.

      "I am sure it was so." Then the boy again plucked up his courage, and declared with a loud voice, that it was not so.

      That night before she retired to rest, Edith went to her father and told him all that she had to say. She took Ada with her, and together they used all their eloquence to make their father believe as they believed.

      "No," said Edith, "he has not confessed. But words drop from him which make us sure that he knows who did it. I am certain that he saw it done. I don't mean to say that he saw the whole thing. The water, I suppose, was coming in all night."

      "The whole night! While we were sleeping in our beds, the waters of the lough were ruining me," said the father.

      "But he saw enough to be able to tell you who did it."

      "I know who did it. It was that ruffian Carroll."

      "But father, you will want evidence."

      "Am I to bring up my own boy to swear that he was there, witnessing what was done, as the friend of my enemies? I do not believe that he was there at all."

      "If you question him, he will probably own to it. It will be better to get at the truth and face it. He is only ten years old. You must tell me the story of his pretended conversion."

      "Why should it be pretended?" asked the father.

      "Well; of his conversion," said Edith.

      "I don't see what it has to do with it? Am I to put myself forward as a bigoted Protestant? Florian has been foolish, but am I to say that I am angry, where I am not angry – not specially angry."

      "It will show the influence under which he has taken up Carroll's side," said Edith.

      "Or the influence under which he has been made to hold his tongue," said Ada.

      "Just so," said Edith. "We do not think that he has made one with your enemies in the matter. But he has seen them at work and has been made to promise that he will hold his tongue. I don't suppose you mean to let the affair slip by without punishing any one."

      When the girls left him, Mr. Jones was by no means persuaded. As far as he could ascertain from examination of the persons about the locality, there was no one willing to state in evidence that he had seen anything. The injury had been done in November, on a wet, dreary, dull afternoon. He did learn that at half-past three the meadows were in their usual condition. As to the sluices, the gates of which had been pulled out and thrown away in twenty different places, he could learn nothing; no one had seen a sluice gate touched. As to Florian, and what Florian had been seen to do, he had asked no question, because Florian's name had not then been mentioned. But he had been struck by the awful silence of the people. There were women there, living on the spot, with whose families