" Here now," he said. "That's no way to act. I'll think you want me back in Dublin." He offered her his handkerchief. "Here. Blow your nose."
Kathleen stamped her foot. "Oh, you can never be serious!" She looked him straight in the eye and drew herself up to her full height. "Red Hugh O'Donnell, I love you and I mean to marry you if I have to wait another four years, or four times four, before you make up your mind."
"Well now, Kathleen MacSweeney, so that's your plan is it? I cannot see how any man could hold out long against such a scheme. "

― , Red Hugh: Prince of Donegal