considerable time.'

'Away!--when?--where?'

'To-morrow morning, for Ireland.'

'Ireland! of all places,' cried Lady Clonbrony. 'What upon earth puts it
into your head to go to Ireland? You do very well to go out of the way
of falling in love ridiculously, since that is the reason of your going;
but what put Ireland into your head, child?'

'I will not presume to ask my mother what put Ireland out of her head,'
said Lord Colambre, smiling; 'but she will recollect that it is my
native country.'

'That was your father's fault, not mine,' said Lady Clonbrony; 'for I
wished to have been confined in England; but he would have it to say
that his son and heir was born at Clonbrony Castle--and there was a
great argument between him and my uncle, and something about the Prince
of Wales and Caernarvon Castle was thrown in, and that turned the
scale, much against my will; for it was my wish that my son should be
an Englishman born--like myself. But, after all, I don't see that having
the misfortune to be born in a country should tie one to it in any sort
of way; and I should have hoped your English EDICATION, Colambre, would
have given you too liberal IDEARS for that--so I REELLY don't see why
you should go to Ireland merely because it's your native country.'

'Not merely because it is my native country; but I wish to go thither--I
desire to become acquainted with it--because it is the country in which
my father's property lies, and from which we draw our subsistence.'

'Subsistence! Lord bless me, what a word! fitter for a pauper than a
nobleman-subsistence! Then, if you are going to look after your father's
property, I hope you will make the agents do their duty, and send us
remittances. And pray how long do you mean to stay?'

'Till I am of age, madam, if you have no objection. I will spend the
ensuing months in travelling in Ireland; and I will return here by the
time I am of age, unless you and my father should, before that time, be
in Ireland.'

'Not the least chance of that, if I can prevent it, I promise you,' said
Lady Clonbrony.

Lord Colambre and Miss Nugent sighed.

'And I am sure I shall take it very unkindly of you, Colambre, if you go
and turn out a partisan for Ireland, after all, like Grace Nugent.'

'A partisan! no;--I hope not a partisan, but a friend,' said Miss
Nugent.

'Nonsense, child!--I hate to hear people, women especially, and young
ladies particularly, talk of being friends to this coun