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"
Good
.
"
She
turned
to
her
brother
,
still
gaping
up
at
the
visitor
.
"
Come
on
,
Dane
,
help
me
.
Come
on
!
"
But
though
Justine
tugged
painfully
at
his
arm
,
Dane
stayed
to
watch
Cardinal
Ralph
's
tall
,
straight
figure
disappear
behind
the
roses
.
"
You
really
are
a
prawn
,
Dane
.
What
's
so
special
about
him
?
"
"
He
's
a
cardinal
!
"
said
Dane
.
"
Imagine
that
!
A
real
live
cardinal
on
Drogheda
!
"
"
Cardinals
,
"
said
Justine
,
"
are
Princes
of
the
Church
.
I
suppose
you
're
right
,
it
is
rather
extraordinary
.
But
I
do
n't
like
him
.
"
Where
else
would
Fee
be
,
except
at
her
desk
?
He
stepped
through
the
windows
into
the
drawing
room
,
but
these
days
that
necessitated
opening
a
screen
.
She
must
have
heard
him
,
but
kept
on
working
,
back
bent
,
the
lovely
golden
hair
gone
to
silver
.
With
difficulty
he
remembered
she
must
be
all
of
seventy-two
years
old
.
"
Hello
,
Fee
,
"
he
said
.
When
she
raised
her
head
he
saw
a
change
in
her
,
of
what
precise
nature
he
could
n't
be
sure
;
the
indifference
was
there
,
but
so
were
several
other
things
.
As
if
she
had
mellowed
and
hardened
simultaneously
,
become
more
human
,
yet
human
in
a
Mary
Carson
mold
.
God
,
these
Drogheda
matriarchs
!
Would
it
happen
to
Meggie
,
too
,
when
her
turn
came
?
"
Hello
,
Ralph
,
"
she
said
,
as
if
he
stepped
through
the
windows
every
day
.
"
How
nice
to
see
you
.
"
