<> Hanna263 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna263 Manuscript Tea, Gomartin English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna263 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna263_0.jpg LHL Archive 256 But a day or two later, the matter was made clear to her. a small blue car swept into the close, scattering the hens before it like foam, and the Reverend Mr. Sorleyson climbed out and came up to the house. "How are you all?" he said, smiling in at Sarah and Martha from the door. Sarah returned his smile, indeed, there was something so honest and pleasant about it, that it would have been difficult to resist. "Come in, Mr. Sorleyson. Would ye like a bite o' dinner - or maybe ye wanted to see Mr Echlin?" "No, no. I wanted to see you, and I’ll take a cup of tea with you, if you’ll be so kind." He turned to the girl and put his hand on her shoulder. "Run away out, Martha, and come back in fifteen minutes, will you?" he smiled as he said it, but the hand that urged the girl forward was not to be contradicted. Sorleyson took the cup of tea, stirred it, sipped it, and nodded his approval to Sarah. But his face was grave when he spoke. "Miss Gomartin" he began, and Sarah looked up sharply at the strange title, "I’ve something to tell you, and I want to say it as briefly and - honestly, as I can contrive. You know, of course, that Joe Skillen and your daughter have completed their new home in Belfast, and all that remains to be done is get married?" Sarah nodded, and the minister continued: "Right. Has it not seemed strange to you that there’s been no headway made in the arrangements for the wedding?" "I was wondering that myself, the other day, but when I asked Joe he said something about having another matter to redd up." "Aye. Well, I csn tell you what that other matter is - its you." Sorleyson set his cup and saucer on the floor and leaned back in his chair to watch the women on the other side of the hearth. Text