friar. 'You'll see, them fellows will be off now to bring the Swiss
guard. Burn the papers as fast as you can; God knows what mischief we
're doing, but we can't help it. Oh dear! isn't it a sin and a shame?
Here's a letter, signed Alberoni, the great Cardinal in Spain. Here's
two in English, and what's the name--Watson, is it? No; Wharton, the
Duke of Wharton, as I live! There, fan the coals; quick, there's no
time to lose. Oh dear, what's this about Ireland! I must read this, Mrs.
Mary, come what may. "Cromarty says that the P------regrets he didn't
try Ireland in the place of Scotland. Kelly persuades him that the
Irish would never have abandoned his cause for any consideration for
themselves or their estates." That's true, anyhow,' cried the Fra. '"And
that as long as he only wanted rebellion, and did not care to make them
loyal subjects, the Irish would stand to him to the last." Faix, Kelly's
right!' murmured the Fra. '"The Scotch, besides, grow weary of civil
war, and desire to have peace and order; while the others think fighting
a government the best diversion of all, and would ask for nothing better
than its continuance. For these reasons, and another that is more of
a secret, the Prince is sorry for the choice he made. As to the secret
one: there was a certain lady of good family, one of the best in the
Island, they say, called Grace Fitzgerald------'"

A shriek from the woman arrested the Fra at this instant, and with a
spring forward she tore the paper from his hand to read the name.

'What of her--what of Grace?' cried she, in a voice of heartrending
anxiety.

'Be calm, and I 'll read it all, Mrs. Mary. It was God's will, may be,
put this into our hands to-night. There, now, don't sob and agitate
yourself, but listen. "She followed him to France,"' continued he,
reading.

''She did--she did!' burst out the other, in a passion of tears.

--'"To France, where they lived in retirement at the Chateau de Marne,
in Brittany. Kelly says they were married, and that the priest who
solemnised the marriage was a nephew of Cardinal Tencin, called
Danneton, or Banneton, but well known as Father Ignatius, at the
Seminary of Soissons. To his own dishonour and disgrace, and perhaps to
his ruin also, this happy union did not long continue. He was jealous
at first; at last he neglected her. Be this as it may, Godfrey Moore and
O'Sullivan broke with him for ever on her account; and Ruttledge tore
his patent of Baron to