, resolved to accelerate
his marriage with Miss Folliard, and for this purpose he waited upon her
father, in order to secure his consent. His object was to retire to
his English estates, and there pass the remainder of his life with his
beautiful but reluctant bride. He paid his visit about two o'clock, and
was told that Miss Folliard and her father were in the garden. Hither he
accordingly repaired, and found the squire, his daughter, and Reilly, in
the green-house. When the squire saw him he cried out, with something
of a malicious triumph: "Hallo, Sir Robert! why art thou so pale,
young lover? why art thou so pale?--and why does thy lip hang,
Sir Robert?--new men, new measures, Sir Robert--and so, 'Othello's
occupation's gone,' and the Earl of Chesterfield goes to mass every
Sunday, and is now able to repeat his padareem in Irish."

"I am glad to find you so pleasant, Mr. Folliard; but I'm delighted to
see the beautiful state of your green-house--oh, Miss Folliard!--excuse
me. Your back was to me, and you were engaged in trailing that beautiful
shrub; allow me the honor of shaking hands with you."

"Sir Robert, I bid you good-day, but you see that I have my garden
gloves on; you will excuse me."

"Oh, Miss Folliard," he replied, "your will is the spirit of the British
Constitution to me."

"A spirit which, I fear, you have too frequently violated, Sir Robert;
but, as papa says, I believe your cruel occupation is gone--at least I
hope so."

"'Gad, you got it there, Sir Robert," replied her father, laughing.

"I must confess it," replied the baronet; "but I think, in order to
ingratiate myself with Miss Folliard, I shall take whatever side she
recommends me. How, Mr. Folliard," he proceeded, fixing his eyes upon
Reilly--"what the deuce is this? Have you got Robinson Crusoe here?"

"We have," replied the squire; "but his man Friday has got married to a
Tipperary woman, and he's now in quest of a desert, island for him and
her to settle in."

"I think, papa," said Helen, "that if the principles of Sir Robert and
his class were carried out, he would not have far to go to look for
one."

"Another hit, Bob, you dog--another hit. W'ell said, Helen--well said,
I say. Crusoe, you villain, hold up your head, and thank God you're
christened."

"Wid de help o' Gad, shir, I was christhened afwhore, sure, by de
priesht."

This visit occurred about six weeks after the appointment of the new
Viceroy to the Government o