t; bad 'cess to her, but I wish she wor well out of the house.
I'll have you to mind me now--and you'll not be bawling and shaking
me as she does; but she's always dhrunk," he added in a whisper.

Feemy could bear this no longer; she was obliged to make her escape
from the room into her own, in which she found that Mary had taken up
her temporary residence during so much of the day as she could spare
from bawling at, and shaking, poor Larry. At dinner time, she again
went into her father's room, but he took no farther notice of her,
than if she had been there continually for the last four months. He
grumbled at his dinner, which consisted of nothing but potatoes, some
milk, and an egg, and he scolded Feemy for having no meat; after
dinner she mixed him a tumbler of punch, for there was still a little
of Tony's whiskey in the house; and whether it was that she made it
stronger for him and better than that which Mary McGovery was in the
habit of mixing, or that the action to which he had been for so many
years accustomed roused some pleasant memory within him, when he
tasted it, he said--

"Heaven's blessing on you, Feemy, my daughter; may you live many
happy years with the man you love."

Feemy soon left him, and went to bed, and Katty, who had been
dispatched to Drumsna, returned with her mistress's small box, and
a kind message from Mrs. McKeon:--"Her kind love to Miss Macdermot;
she hoped she had felt the walk of service to her, and she would call
some time during the next week." She had asked no questions of the
girl which could lead her to imagine that her mistress's departure
from Drumsna had been unexpected, nor had she said a word to her own
servants which could let them suppose that she was surprised at the
circumstance.

For five or six days Feemy remained quiet at Ballycloran--spending
the greater part of her time in her own room, but taking her meals,
such as they were, with her father; she had no books to read, and
she was unable to undertake needlework, and she passed the long days
much as her father did--sitting from breakfast till dinner over the
fire, meditating on the miseries of her condition. There was this
difference, however, between them--that the old man felt a degree
of triumph at his successful attempt to keep out his foes, whereas
Feemy's thoughts were those of unmixed sorrow. She had great
difficulty too in inducing Mary to leave her alone to herself. Had
that woman the slightest particle