ng, in the lamplight, like a Rembrandt burgomaster; Barty
and his mother, pale and dark-eyed, recalling Southern Italy rather
than Southern Ireland; and Tishy--Larry's eyes used to dwell longest
on Tishy, her face lit by her most genuine feeling, the love of music,
while her voice of velvet (of purple velvet, he decided) mourned for
Patrick Sarsfield, or lamented with Emer for Cuchulain, or thrilled
her listener with the sudden glory of "The Foggy Dew." Larry's own
voice was habitually exhausted by the cart-tail oratory in which he
daily expended it; it was enough for him to listen and look, shutting
his mind to the past, living, as ever, in the present, like a wise
man, because its bounty sufficed him.

CHAPTER XXXIV

At a little before this time a sufficiently epoch-making scene had
taken place between Dr. Mangan and his daughter, following not long on
that day when the elephant had conveyed his captive to the depths of
the jungle.

"Tishy!" said the Big Doctor, looming large at the door of the
dining-room where his daughter was engaged in trimming a hat, "come
down to the surgery a minute; I want you."

The feather to which Miss Mangan had just imparted the correct "set,"
was only fixed in position with a precarious pin, none the less,
Tishy, albeit vexed, did not delay. She had a well-founded respect for
the Fifth Commandment, as far, at all events, as her father was
concerned. She abandoned the hat, and followed the Doctor through the
narrow hall-passage and into the surgery, with a promptness that she
was not wont to exhibit in obeying an order that was not convenient.

Dr. Mangan had seated himself at his desk, and was writing. Tishy
stood by the seat dedicated to patients; she wished to imply that she
had been interrupted in her work, and that her time was of value.

"There now," said Dr. Mangan, thumping the envelope that he had just
closed and directed, on the blotting-paper, with his big fist, "I want
you to run round to Hallinan's with this for me."

"Is it a hurry?" asked Tishy, unwillingly.

"It is. It's to order rooms for Larry Coppinger. He's coming to stay
in town till the election's over. Sit down there a minute."

Tishy obeyed, and the Doctor surveyed her attentively. The position
that is assigned to patients in a doctor's consulting room is one that
faces the light, pitilessly, inescapably; but for Tishy, this was a
negligible disadvantage. A peacock butterfly looks its best in
sun