spent it.'

'Loss! Oh, I am excessively sorry my son's to be at such a loss--it must
not be.'

'It cannot be otherwise,' said Lord Clonbrony; 'nor it can't be this
way either, my Lady Clonbrony, unless you comply with his condition, and
consent to return to Ireland.'

'I cannot--I will not,' replied Lady Clonbrony. 'Is this your condition,
Colambre?--I take it exceedingly ill of you. I think it very unkind,
and unhandsome, and ungenerous, and undutiful of you, Colambre; you, my
son!' She poured forth a torrent of reproaches; then came to entreaties
and tears. But our hero, prepared for this, had steeled his mind; and he
stood resolved not to indulge his own feelings, or to yield to caprice
or persuasion, but to do that which he knew was best for the happiness
of hundreds of tenants who depended upon them--best for both his father
and his mother's ultimate happiness and respectability.

'It's all in vain,' cried Lord Clonbrony; 'I have no resource but one,
and I must condescend now to go to him this minute, for Mordicai will be
back and seize all--I must sign and leave all to Garraghty.'

'Well, sign, sign, my lord, and settle with Garraghty.--Colambre, I've
heard all the complaints you brought over against that man. My lord
spent half the night telling them to me; but all agents are bad, I
suppose; at any rate I can't help it--sign, sign, my lord; he has
money--yes, do; go and settle with him, my lord.'

Lord Colambre and Miss Nugent, at one and the same moment, stopped
Lord Clonbrony as he was quitting the room, and then approached Lady
Clonbrony with supplicating looks; but she turned her head to the other
side, and, as if putting away their entreaties, made a repelling
motion with both her hands, and exclaimed, 'No, Grace Nugent!-no,
Colambre--no--no, Colambre! I'll never hear of leaving Lon'on--there's
no living out of Lon'on--I can't, I won't live out of Lon'on, I say.'

Her son saw that the LONDONOMANIA was now stronger than ever upon her,
but resolved to make one desperate appeal to her natural feelings,
which, though smothered, he could not believe were wholly extinguished;
he caught her repelling hands, and pressing them with respectful
tenderness to his lips--

'Oh, my dear mother, you once loved your son,' said he; 'loved him
better than anything in this world; if one spark of affection for him
remains, hear him now, and forgive him, if he pass the bounds--bounds
he never passed before of filial dut