ake those red partridges out of ice," said Sickleton, from the cook's
galley, "and let us have those Ostend oysters to-day."

"I yield," said my Lord. "Mr. Cashel must take all the consequences of
my breach of faith upon himself."

"I promise to do so, my Lord."

"A pen and ink, and some paper, Mr. Cashel," said her Ladyship.

"Will you permit me to show you the way?" said he, handing her down into
the little cabin, whose arrangement was all in the perfection of modern
taste and elegance.

"How beautiful!" cried she. "Oh! Mr. Cashel, I really do envy you the
possession of this fairy ship. You don't know how passionately I love
the sea."

"There are but few things I could hear you say with so much pleasure
to me," said Cashel, gazing with a strange feeling of emotion at the
brilliant color and heightened expression of her handsome features.

"There! that is finished," said she, closing the hastily-written note.
"Now, Mr. Cashel, we are yours." However much of course the words were
in themselves, her eyes met Cashel's as she spoke them, and as suddenly
fell; while he, taking the letter, left the cabin without speaking--a
world of curious conjecture warring in his heart.

CHAPTER XXVIII. A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFECK CABINET

Like "cat and dog!" not so! _their_ strife
They carried on like "man and wife."

Family Jars.

It may easily have escaped our reader's memory, that on Roland Cashel's
hasty departure from Mr. Kennyfeck's, the seeds of a very serious schism
had been sown in that respectable family, Mrs. Kennyfeck being firmly
persuaded that her liege lord had grossly mismanaged his influence over
the young proprietor; the girls as resolutely opposed to each other; and
all, with a most laudable unanimity, agreed in thinking that Aunt Fanny
"had spoiled everything," and that but for her odious interference there
never would have arisen the slightest coolness between them and their
distinguished acquaintance.

"I may lose the agency!" said Mr. Kennyfeck, with a sigh of afflicting
sincerity.

"I should n't wonder if he avoids the house," quoth his wife.

"He evidently rejects all attempts at domination," said Miss Kennyfeck,
with a glance at her aunt. Olivia said nothing; but it was not difficult
to see that her thoughts were full of the theme. Meanwhile, Miss O'Hara,
in all the dignity of injured rectitude, sat seemingly unconscious of
the popular feeling against her, repeating from time