keep ye out in the cowld," said the
hostess, as, unbarring the door, she admitted the guest whom we had seen
some time since in the glen. "Sure enough, 'tisn't an O'Donoghue we'd
shut the door agin, any how."

"Thank ye, Mary," said the young man; "I have been all day in the
mountains, and had no sport; and as that pleasant old Scotch uncle of
mine gives me no peace, when I come home empty-handed, I have resolved
to stay here for the night, and try my luck to-morrow. Don't stir,
Jim--there's room enough, Joe: Mary's fire is never so grudging, but
there's a warm place for every one. What's in this big pot here, Mary?"

"It's a stew, sir; more by token, of your honour's providin'."
"Mine--how is that?"

"The hare ye shot afore the door, yesterday morning; sure it's raal luck
we have it for you now;" and while Mary employed herself in the pleasant
hustle of preparing the supper, the young man drew near to the fire, and
engaged the others in conversation.

"That travelling carriage was going on to Bantry, Joe, I suppose?" said
the youth, in a tone of easy indifference.

"No sir; they stopped at the lodge above."

"At the lodge!--surely you can't mean that they were the English
family--Sir Marmaduke."

"'Tis just himself, and his daughter. I heerd them say the names, as we
were leaving Macroom. They were not expected here these three weeks;
and Captain Hemsworth, the agent, isn't at home; and they say there's
no servants at the lodge, nor nothin' ready for the quality at all; and
sure when a great lord like that--"

"He is not a lord you fool; he has not a drop of noble blood in his
body: he's a London banker--rich enough to buy birth, if gold could
do it." The youth paused in his vehemence; then added, in a muttering
voice--"Rich enough to buy up the inheritance of those who have blood in
their veins."

The tone of voice in which the young man spoke, and the angry look which
accompanied these words, threw a gloom over the party, and for some time
nothing was said on either side. At last he broke silence abruptly by
saying--

"And that was his daughter, then?"

"Yes, sir; and a purty crayture she is, and a kind-hearted. The moment
she heerd she was on her father's estate, she began asking the names of
all the people, and if they were well off, and what they had to ate, and
where was the schools."

"The schools!" broke in Mary, in an accent of great derision--"musha,
it's great schooling we want up the glen, t