"Then you are alive still, Barry?"
"Ay, Miss Kit; and ready to die for you."
"This is a dreadful place!" said she with a shiver, looking up at the
high houses we passed; "but it was worse before you found us."
How could I help, by way of answer, touching her hand with mine, as if
by accident?
"We are to go to the Hotel Lambert, Rue Boileau," said she; "and to-
morrow we are to seek our kinsmen the Lestranges."
"I have found them," said I.
Here Mrs Gorman looked up.
"Found them? That is good; we shall have shelter at last."
"Alas, mistress," said I, "they have lost all their goods and are living
in great poverty. It will be poor shelter."
Here the poor lady broke down.
"O Kit!" moaned she, "why did your father send us on this cruel journey?
Did he want to be rid of us before our time?"
"Nonsense, mother; he thought we should be safer here than among the
Leaguers in Donegal. So we shall be--at least we have Barry to protect
us."
Whereat we drove up at the Hotel Lambert.