I did not cry so as to be heard, however; I avoided sobbing.

The thought of Mrs.O'Gall and Bitternutt Lodge struck cold to my heart; and colder the thought of all the brine and foam, destined, as it seemed, to rush between me and the master at whose side I now walked, and coldest the remembrance of the wider ocean--wealth, caste, custom intervened between me and what I naturally and inevitably loved.
"It is a long way," I again said.
"It is, to be sure; and when you get to Bitternutt Lodge, Connaught, Ireland, I shall never see you again, Jane: that's morally certain.

I never go over to Ireland, not having myself much of a fancy for the country.

We have been good friends, Jane; have we not ?" "Yes, sir." "And when friends are on the eve of separation, they like to spend the little time that remains to them close to each other.

Come! we'll talk over the voyage and the parting quietly half-an-hour or so, while the stars enter into their shining life up in heaven yonder: here is the chestnut tree: here is the bench at its old roots.