l her that as
she could not wait and trust him, they must part; how could she bear
the idea of losing him? What could she say or do, if he answered her
sternly?--if he scolded her, or perhaps worse, absolutely quarrelled
with her? Poor Feemy began to wish the evening over to which she
had looked forward as the source of so much pleasure; she feared
to neglect the warnings she had received, and she felt that things
could not go on always as they were; but she trembled at the idea of
telling this to Ussher.

Her silent dinner was soon over; she made her father's punch, and
sat down to wait for her lover. Larry kept up a continual growl
about Thady's absence, suggesting that Keegan had cozened him off to
Carrick, to sign the estate away; accusing him of conspiracy with the
attorney, to rob him, his father; wondering why he wouldn't come to
dinner, &c.: to all which Feemy made no reply; she never noticed his
grumblings; she sat absorbed in her own thoughts, meditating what she
would say to Ussher, till she heard his horse's feet at the head of
the avenue, and then she jumped up to meet him at the hall-door.

"How are you, Myles?" and "Well, Feemy, how's yourself?" and then,
having reached the hall door, he took the fond girl in his arms and
kissed her. "Ah; don't then, Myles; there's Katty on the stairs; come
in then, and take your punch;" and they entered the room where Larry
was sitting over the fire.

"How are you this evening, Sir?" said Ussher, "this fine night."

The old man always brightened up a little when Ussher came in.

"How d'ye do, Captain?--I'm glad to see you. Did the Captain get his
dinner then, Feemy?--you don't ask Captain Ussher whether he got his
dinner."

"Feemy knows she needn't ask about that; that's one of the things I
always take care of. But where's Thady, Mr. Macdermot? I wanted to
speak to him about Keegan, that sworn friend of his:" and Ussher
began to make himself comfortable with the hot water, sugar, &c.

"Thady is it you're axing afther? 'Deed then, I don't know where he
is. And as for Keegan--but you don't make your punch, Captain--as
for Keegan, the ruffian, he was here this blessed morning,--wanting
me, and Feemy, and Thady too, to walk clane out of the place! but
I walked him off. The like of him to be buying Ballycloran; and his
father a process-server, and his wife's father that d----d bricklayer
Flannelly!"

"Holloa! Mr. Macdermot; so you've had a breeze with the attorney,