is a charming person, but very proud,--very proud,
indeed; will not visit with the Dublin people. With us, I must say,
I have never seen anything like her kindness; we are absolutely like
sisters. Go on, Olivia."

"Lord Charles Frobisher."

"And the Honorable Elliot St. John," chimed in her sister; "Damon and
Pythias, where a dinner is concerned." This was said in a whisper.

"They are aides-de-camp to the Lord Lieutenant. Lord Charles is younger
brother to the Duke of Derwent; quite a man of fashion, and so amusing.
Oh, he 's delightful!"

"Charming!" duetted the two sisters.

"Mr. St. John is a very nice person too; but one never knows him like
Lord Charles: he is more reserved. Olivia, however, says he has a great
deal in him."

"Oh, mamma! I 'm sure I don't know; I only thought him much more
conversable than he gets credit for."

"Well, I meant no more," said her mother, who did not fancy the
gathering gloom on Cashel's face at this allusion; "read on again,
child."

"Lord Chief Justice Malone."

"Oh, Mr. Kennyfeck," said she, playfully, "this is _your_ doing; I
suspected, from your confusion awhile ago, what you were at." Then,
turning to Roland, she said, "He is always playing us this trick, Mr.
Cashel; whenever we have a few friends together, he will insist upon
inviting some of his old bar cronies!"

A deep groan from Mr. Kennyfeck at the terrible profanity of thus
styling the chief of the Common Pleas, made every one start; but
even this, like a skilful tactician, Mrs. Kennyfeck turned to her own
advantage.

"Pray don't sigh that way. He is a most excellent person, a great
lawyer, and, they say, must eventually have the peerage." She nodded to
Olivia to proceed, who read on.

"The Attorney-General and Mrs. Knivett."

"Oh, really, Mr. Kennyfeck, this is pushing prerogative; don't you
think so, Mr. Cashel? Not but, you know, the Attorney-General is a great
personage in this poor country; he is member for--where is it?"

"Baldoyle, mamma."

"Yes, member for Baldoyle; and she was a Miss Gamett, of Red Gamett, in
Antrim; a most respectable connection; so I think we may forgive him.
Yes, Mr. Kennyfeck, you are, at least, reprieved."

"Here come the Whites, mamma. I suppose we may reckon on both, though
she, as usual, sends her hopes and fears about being with us at dinner,
but will be delighted to come in the evening."

"That apology is stereotyped," broke in Miss Kennyfeck, "as well as the
li