dow to investigate for herself the question of the pursuer, and
made enlivening remarks on the two congregations, the one returning from
mass, the other going to church, but these were not appreciated. It
seemed as though the young ladies had but one set of spirits between
them, which were gained by the one as soon as lost by the other.

It was rather a dull day. Fast as they were, the two girls shrank from
rambling alone in streets thronged with figures that they associated with
ruffianly destitution. Sunday had brought all to light, and the large
handsome streets were beset with barefooted children, elf-locked women,
and lounging, beetle-browed men, such as Lucy had only seen in the
purlieus of Whittingtonia, in alleys looked into, but never entered by
the civilized. In reality 'rich and rare' was so true that they might
have walked there more secure from insult than in many better regulated
regions, but it was difficult to believe so, especially in attire then so
novel as to be very remarkable, and the absence of protection lost its
charm when there was no one to admire the bravado.

She did her best to embalm it for future appreciation by journalizing,
making the voyage out a far better joke than she had found it, and
describing the inside car in the true style of the facetious traveller.
Nothing so drives away fun as the desire to be funny, and she began to
grow weary of her work, and disgusted at her own lumbering attempts at
pen-and-ink mirth; but they sufficed to make Rashe laugh, they would be
quite good enough for Lord William, would grievously annoy Honora
Charlecote, would be mentioned in all the periodicals, and give them the
name of the Angel Anglers all the next season. Was not that enough to go
to Ireland and write a witty tour for?

The outside car took them to St. Patrick's, and they had their first real
enjoyment in the lazy liveliness of the vehicle, and the droll
ciceroneship of the driver, who contrived to convey such compliments to
their pretty faces as only an Irishman could have given without offence.

Lucilla sprang down with exhilarated spirits, and even wished for Honor
to share her indignation at the slovenliness around the cathedral, and
the absence of close or cloister; nay, though she had taken an aversion
to Strafford as a hero of Honor's, she forgave him, and resolved to
belabour the House of Cork handsomely in her journal, when she beheld the
six-storied monument, and imagined i