icisms
provoked her excessively.

With a kind of despair she found herself required, before taking boat for
St. Kevin's Cave, to mount into a wood to admire another waterfall.

'See two waterfalls,' she muttered, 'and you have seen them all. There
are only two kinds, one a bucket of water thrown down from the roof of a
house, the other over a staircase. Either the water was a fiction, or
you can't get at them for the wet!'

'That was a splendid fellow at the Devil's Glen.'

'There's as good a one any day at the lock on the canal at home! only we
do not delude people into coming to see it. Up such places, too!'

'Cilly, for shame. What, tired and giving in?'

'Not tired in the least; only this place is not worth getting late for
the train.'

'Will the young lady take my hand? I'd be proud to have the honour of
helping her up,' said the guide. But Lucilla disdainfully rejected his
aid, and climbed among the stones and brushwood aloof from the others,
Ratia talking in high glee to the Irishman, and adventurously scrambling.

'Cilly, here it is,' she cried, from beneath a projecting elbow of rock;
'you look down on it. It's a delicious fall. I declare one can get into
it;' and, by the aid of a tree, she lowered herself down on a flat stone,
whence she could see the cascade better than above. 'This is stunning.
I vow one can get right into the bed of the stream right across. Don't
be slow, Cilly; this is the prime fun of all!'

'You care for the romp and nothing else,' grumbled Lucilla. That
boisterous merriment was hateful to her, when feeling that the demeanour
of gentlewomen must be their protection, and with all her high spirit,
she was terrified lest insult or remark should be occasioned. Her signs
of remonstrance were only received with a derisive outburst, as Rashe
climbed down into the midst of the bed of the stream. 'Come, Cilla, or I
shall indite a page in the diary, headed Faint heart--Ah!' as her foot
slipped on the stones, and she fell backwards, but with instant efforts
at rising, such as assured her cousin that no harm was done, 'Nay,
Nonsensical clambering will be the word,' she said.

'Serves you right for getting into such places! What! hurt!' as Horatia,
after resting in a sitting posture, tried to get up, but paused, with a
cry.

'Nothing,' she said, 'I'll--' but another attempt ended in the same way.
Cilla sprang to her, followed by the guide, imprecating bad luck to the
slippe