of mercy; and Lily sent into the town for the two chairmen, Peter Brian
and Larry Foy, the two-legged ponies, as Toole called them.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

NARRATING HOW MISS LILIAS VISITED BELMONT, AND SAW A STRANGE COCKED-HAT
IN THE SHADOW BY THE WINDOW.

At that time, in every hall of gentility, there stood a sedan-chair, the
property of the lady of the house; and by the time the chairmen had
arrived and got the poles into their places, and trusty John Tracy had
got himself into his brown surtout, trimmed with white lace, and his
cane in his hand--(there was no need of a lantern, for the moon shone
softly and pleasantly down)--Miss Lilias Walsingham drew her red riding
hood about her pretty face, and stepped into the chair; and so the door
shut, the roof closed in, and the young lady was fairly under weigh. She
had so much to think of, so much to tell about her day's adventure, that
before she thought she had come half the way, they were flitting under
the shadows of the poplars that grew beside the avenue; and, through the
window, she saw the hospitable house spreading out its white front as
they drew near, and opening its wings to embrace her.

The hall-door stood half open, though it had been dark some time; and
the dogs came down with a low growl, and plenty of sniffing, which
forthwith turned into a solemn wagging of tails, for they were intimate
with the chairmen, and with John Tracy, and loved Lilias too. So she got
out in the hall, and went into the little room at the right, and opening
the door of the inner and larger one--there was no candle there, and
'twas nearly dark--saw Gertrude standing by the window which looked out
on the lawn toward the river. That side of the house was in shade, but
she saw that the window was thrown up, and Gertrude, she thought, was
looking toward her, though she did not move, until she drew nearer,
wondering why she did not approach, and then, pausing in a kind of
unpleasant doubt, she heard a murmured talking, and plainly saw the
figure of a man, with a cloak, it seemed, wrapped about him, and leaning
from outside, against the window-sill, and, as she believed, holding
Gertrude's hand.

The thing that impressed her most was the sharp outline of the
cocked-hat, with the corners so peculiarly pinched in, and the feeling
that she had never seen that particular hat before in the parish of
Chapelizod.

Lily made a step backward, and Gertrude instantly turned round, and
seei