ir
echo with her screams; at the sound of which the other captain and Mysie
hastened up.

Although I sprang up like a weed in my illness, and was now nearly
attained to my full growth of six feet, yet I was but a lath by the side
of the enormous English captain, who had calves and shoulders such as no
chairman at Bath ever boasted. He turned very red, and then exceedingly
pale at my attack upon him, and slipped back and clutched at his
sword--when Nora, in an agony of terror, flung herself round him,
screaming, 'Eugenio! Captain Quin, for Heaven's sake spare the child--he
is but an infant.'

'And ought to be whipped for his impudence,' said the Captain; 'but
never fear, Miss Brady, I shall not touch him; your FAVOURITE is safe
from me.' So saying, he stooped down and picked up the bunch of ribands
which had fallen at Nora's feet, and handing it to her, said in a
sarcastic tone, 'When ladies make presents to gentlemen, it is time for
OTHER gentlemen to retire.'

'Good heavens, Quin!' cried the girl; 'he is but a boy.'

'I am a man,' roared I, 'and will prove it.'

'And don't signify any more than my parrot or lap-dog. Mayn't I give a
bit of riband to my own cousin?'

'You are perfectly welcome, miss,' continued the Captain, 'as many yards
as you like.'

'Monster!' exclaimed the dear girl; 'your father was a tailor, and
you are always thinking of the shop. But I'll have my revenge, I will!
Reddy, will you see me insulted?'

'Indeed, Miss Nora,' says I, 'I intend to have his blood as sure as my
name's Redmond.'

'I'll send for the usher to cane you, little boy,' said the Captain,
regaining his self-possession; 'but as for you, miss, I have the honour
to wish you a good-day.'

He took off his hat with much ceremony, made a low CONGE, and was just
walking off, when Mick, my cousin, came up, whose ear had likewise been
caught by the scream.

'Hoity-toity! Jack Quin, what's the matter here?' says Mick; 'Nora in
tears, Redmond's ghost here with his sword drawn, and you making a bow?'

'I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Brady,' said the Englishman: 'I have had
enough of Miss Nora, here, and your Irish ways. I ain't used to 'em,
sir.'

'Well, well! what is it?' said Mick good-humouredly (for he owed Quin a
great deal of money as it turned out); 'we'll make you used to our ways,
or adopt English ones.'

'It's not the English way for ladies to have two lovers' (the 'Henglish
way,' as the captain called it), 'and so,