moment expecting
that she would be immediately called in to go to Carrick. She sat the
whole day in the drawing-room, close by the fire, with her friend's
cloak around her, without speaking to any one. The girls had come and
spoken kindly to her when she first arrived; but their mother had
told them that they had better not attempt to converse with her. Mrs.
McKeon herself sat with her the whole day, and spoke to her a gentle
word now and again; but she purposely abstained from troubling
her, and she made no allusion whatever to the subject on which
she had thought so much, and on which her own suspicions had been
corroborated by Mary's information. Necessary as it was that the poor
girl should tell some one, this was not the time to press her.

There sat Feemy. Ah! how different from the girl described in the
opening of this tale. Her cheek was pale and wan, and the flesh had
gone, and the yellow skin fell in from her cheekbone to her mouth,
giving her almost a ghastly appearance; her eyes appeared larger than
ever, but they were quenched with weeping, and dull with grief; her
hair was drawn back carelessly behind her ears, and her lips were
thin and bloodless. Two or three times during the day Mrs. McKeon had
given her half a glass of wine, which she had drank on being told to
do so, and she had once tried to eat a bit of bread. But she had soon
put it down again, for it seemed to choke her.

About five o'clock Mrs. McKeon learnt that Feemy would not be called
for that day, and the poor girl was then induced to go to bed; but
nothing could persuade her to allow any one to assist her. It was
wonderful how she could have undressed herself, and dressed herself
the next morning, she seemed so weak and powerless!

Tony and Father John got home to dinner about eight. They were both
in good spirits, for Mr. O'Malley's speech had been so convincing to
them, that they conceived it could not but be equally so to the jury.
They forgot that they had previously assured themselves of Thady's
evidence, and that therefore they were prepared to believe every word
said on his behalf; but that this would by no means be the case with
the jury. They were very sanguine, and Tony insisted that Counsellor
O'Malley's health should be drunk with all the honours.

On the morning they went early into town; they had obtained from the
clerk of the peace permission to make use of a small room within the
court, and here Feemy and Mrs. McKeon wer