ew and original idea that never occurred to any one before, and is
certain to be hailed with a warm enthusiasm; all the young ladies
smiling and smirking, and the gentlemen fumbling for their soiled kid
gloves,--clean ones would destroy the merit of the impromptu."

"I 'm certain Mr. Cashel's impression of our society here will
scarcely be flattering, from what he has heard this evening," said Mrs.
Kennyfeck, rising.

"He'll see with his own eyes to-morrow night," said Miss Kennyfeck,
coolly.

"Will you favor me with a little of your time in the morning?" said Mr.
Kennyfeck to Cashel. "I find that I cannot avoid troubling you; there
are several documents for signature, and if you could devote an hour,
or, if possible, two--"

"I am perfectly at your orders," said Cashel; "the ladies say that they
will not ride, and therefore dispose of me as you like."

A hearty good-night followed, and the party broke up.

CHAPTER XI. A DRIVE WITH THE LADIES.

Geld kann vieles in der Welt.

--Wiener Lied.

(Money can do much in this world.)

When Cashel descended the stairs to breakfast, he took a peep into the
drawing-room as he went, some slight hope of seeing Olivia, perhaps,
suggesting the step. He was disappointed, however; except a servant
arranging candies in the lustres, the room was empty. The same
fate awaited him in the breakfast-room, where a small table, most
significantly laid for two, showed that a _tete-a-tete_ with his host
was in store for him. No wonder, then, if Mr. Kennyfeck saw something of
impatience in the air of his young guest, whose eyes turned to the door
each time it opened, or were as hastily directed to the garden at each
stir without,--evident signs of thoughts directed in channels different
from the worthy solicitor's.

Confess, my dear reader,--if you be of the sex to judge of these
matters,--confess it is excessively provoking when you have prepared
your mind, sharpened your wit--perhaps, too, curled your whiskers--with
a latent hope that you are to meet and converse with two very handsome
and sprightly girls, that the interview is converted into a scene with
"Papa." For ourselves, who acknowledge to have a kind of Catholicism in
these affairs, who like the dear creatures in all the flaunting dash of
a riding-hat and habit, cantering away of a breezy day, with laughing
voice and half-uncurled hair; who delight to see them lounging in
a britzska or lolling in a phaeto