<> Hanna159 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna159 Manuscript Carnations, Suspecting English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna159 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna159_0.jpg LHL Archive 153 Chapter Fourteen The three of them sat round the hearth, Sarah was flowering a piece of linen, Frank was filling the tobacco pipe which of late he was affecting, and Hamilton sat with his thumbs hooked in his belt, gazing at the rafters. The fire, subdued after its daylong struggle with the sun, was falling down in feathery puffs of ash. From the window opening out onto the garden came the spicy odour of carnations and the piping of homing bees. The woman and the men were silent and yet there was a feeling in the room as if a voice had but ceased and all three were weighing what had been said. Hamilton rose, and going a few steps into the open air, stood scratching, his chin and gazing at the fields between Knockndreemally and the lough. He came in and sat down without speaking and again took up his contemplation of the rafters, occasionally rasping his unshaven chin with his hand. Frank rose and sidled toward? the door. He walked out beyond the rowans, scarcely glancing at the fields that had held his brother's attention. He strolled round the farmhouse, aimlessly kicking stones and twigs across the floor of the rath. What ailed him that he had always to be suspecting the woman? She had told them about Bourke selling the cottages and the land as if she thought they had a right to know. And she had done right there, he had to admit. Bourke’s land lay into theirs from the road to the lough. And yet he had a notion that there was more behind her words than that.Was she thinking of her son that would come after Hamilton and himself? At that thought there arose upper- most in his mind something that had been irking him for weeks. He was Text