nnemara, than be shut up in this close and confined
conveyance."

"Hah! you know Connemara, then? I'm going there; perhaps you are also
bound to that part of the country? but you are not Irish."

"I was not born or bred in Ireland, certainly," replied I.

"So I should say Irish blood in your veins, I presume."

"I believe such to be the case," replied I, with a smile, implying
certainty.

"Do you know Sir Henry de Clare?"

"Sir Henry de Clare--of Mount Castle--is he not?"

"The same; I am going over to him. I am agent for his estates, among
others. A very remarkable man. Have you ever seen his wife?"

"I really cannot tell," replied I; "let me call to mind."

I had somehow or another formed an idea, that Sir Henry de Clare and
Melchior might be one and the same person; nothing was too absurd or
improbable for my imagination, and I had now means of bringing home my
suspicions. "I think," continued I, "I recollect her--that is, she is a
very tall, handsome woman, dark eyes and complexion."

"The very same," replied he.

My heart bounded at the information; it certainly was not any clue to my
own parentage, but it was an object of my solicitude, and connected with
the welfare of Fleta. "If I recollect right," observed I, "there are
some curious passages in the life of Sir Henry?"

"Nothing very particular," observed the agent, looking out of the
window.

"I thought that he had disappeared for some time."

"Disappeared! he certainly did not live in Ireland, because he had
quarrelled with his brother. He lived in England until his brother's
death."

"How did his brother die, sir?"

"Killed by a fall when hunting," replied the agent. "He was attempting
to clear a stone wall, the horse fell back on him, and dislocated his
spine. I was on the spot when the accident happened."

I recollected the imperfect communication of Fleta, who had heard the
gipsy say that "he was dead;" and also the word _horse_ made use of, and
I now felt convinced that I had found out Melchior. "Sir Henry, if I
recollect right, has no family," observed I.

"No; and I am afraid there is but little chance."

"Had the late baronet, his elder brother, any family?"

"What, Sir William? No; or Sir Henry would not have come into the
title."

"He might have had daughters," replied I.

"Very true; now I think of it, there was a girl, who died when young."

"Is the widow of Sir William alive?"

"Yes; and a very fine woman