No matter, I know I love something--I know I love somebody--somebody--and they love me--but now will no one tell me where they are?
Wouldn't Hugh come to me if I called him?
but sure I did, and he won't come--and Torley, too, won't come, and my own poor white-head, even he won't come to me.

But whisht, may be they're asleep; ay, asleep, and ah, sure if ever any creatures wanted sleep, they do--sleep, darlin's, sleep--I'll not make a noise to waken one of you--but what's that ?' "Here she clasped her hands, and looked with such a gaze of affright and horror around her, as I never saw on a human face before.
"'What's that?
It's them, it's them,' she exclaimed--'I hear their horses' feet, I hear them cursin' and swearin'-- but no matther, I'm not to be frightened.

Amn't I Hugh Roe's wife ?--Isn't here God on my side, an' are ye a match for him .-- Here--here's my breast, my heart, and through that you must go before you touch him.

But then,' she added, with a sigh, 'where's them that I love, an' am waitin' for, an' why don't they come ?' "She once more stooped down, and kissing the grave, whispered, but loud enough to be heard, 'are ye here?
If ye are, ye may speak to me--it's not them, they don't know where ye are yet--but sure ye may speak to me.
It's Mary, Hugh--your mother, Torley--your own mother, Brian dear, with the fair locks.' "'Ay,' said Raymond, 'that's the white-head she misses--that's him that I loved--but sure she needn't call him for he won't waken.

I'll spake to her.' As he uttered the words he passed rapidly out of a broken portion of the wall, and, before she was aware of his approach, stood beside her.