ell I was arresting prisoners up at Loch
Sheen, Mr. Brady, your wonder is wonderful."

"Sorrow a taste I knew then, Captain. I did hear at the fair poor
Paddy Smith was in throuble about a thrifle of sperits, or the like.
But I didn't know yer honer'd been at it yerself. If the boys, ye
know, will be going agin the laws, why in course they'd be the worse
of it, when they is took."

"A very true and moral reflection. Was it a note you were taking to
Mr. Keegan's at Carrick from the master, about the money perhaps, on
Monday evening?"

"Me in Carrick Monday evening!" said Pat, a little confused; "so I
war shure enough, yer honer, jist to buy the mate for the supper as
is to be for McGovery's marriage. You've heard in course, Captain,
that Mary--that's my sister--is to be married to Denis McGovery
to-morrow night?"

"Why I didn't see it in the Dublin newspapers."

"Oh, yer honer; the newspapers indeed! Perhaps, Captain, you'd not
think it too much throuble to come down; Miss Feemy of course has
promised Mary to be there,"--and Pat attempted a facetious grin.

"I shall be most proud, Mr. Brady," and the Captain made a mock bow;
"but do they sell mutton at Mr. Keegan's little office door?"

Here Brady again seemed confused, and muttered something about
Keegan's boy and messages: but he was evidently annoyed.

"Shall I take yer honer's horse round then?" said he; and Ussher
dismounted without saying anything further, and ran up the stone
steps, at the top of which Feemy opened the hall door for him.

There were two sitting-rooms at Ballycloran, one at each side of the
hall; in that on the right as you entered the family breakfasted,
dined, and in fact lived; and here also Larry sat throughout the day
sipping his grog, and warming his shins over the fire from morning to
night. He would every now and again walk to the hall door; and if it
were warm, he would slowly creep down the steps, and stand looking
at the trees and the lawn till he was cold, when he would creep back
again.

The other room seemed to be the exclusive property of Feemy; here she
made and mended her clothes, and sometimes even washed and ironed
them too; here she read her novels, received the two Miss McKeons,
and thought of Captain Ussher; and here also it was, that he would
tell her all the soft things which had filled her young heart, and
made her dislike Ballycloran.

"Well, Myles," she said as soon as he was in the room, and before the
doo