e can expend in revolt,
will raise them in the rank of civilized and cultivated beings."

"Time, to make Irishmen forget that the land of their birth was ever
other than an English province," added Kate, impetuously. "No, no, it
was not thus your own brave countrymen understood their 'devoirs.'"

"They rallied round the standard of a prince they loved, lassie," said
M'Nab, in a tone whose fervour contrasted with his former accent.

"And will you tell me that the principle of freedom is not more sacred
than the person of the sovereign?" said Kate, tauntingly.

"There can be nae mistake about the one, but folks may have vara
unsettled notions of the other," said he, drily; "but we mauna quarrel,
Kate dear; our time is e'en too short already. Sit ye down and sing me a
sang."

"It shall be a rebel one, then, I promise you," replied she, with an air
of defiance which it was impossible to pronounce more real or assumed.
"But here comes a visitor to interrupt us, and so your loyalty is saved
for this time."

The observation was made in reference to a traveller, who, seated in a
very antique looking dennet, was seen slowly labouring his wearied horse
up the steep ascent to the castle.

"It's Swaby, father," cried Herbert, who immediately recognized the
equipage of the Cork attorney, and felt a certain uneasiness come over
him at the unexpected appearance.

"What brings him down to these parts?" said the O'Donoghue, affecting
an air of surprise--"on his way to Killarney, perhaps. Well, well, they
may let him in."

The announcement did not, to all appearance, afford much pleasure to
the others, for scarcely had the door bell ceased its jingle, when each
quitted the drawing-room, leaving O'Donoghue alone to receive his man of
law.

Although the O'Donoghue waited with some impatience for the entrance of
his legal adviser, that worthy man did not make his appearance at once,
his progress to the drawing-room being arrested by Sir Archy, who, with
a significant gesture, motioned him to follow him to his chamber.

"I will no' detain you many minutes, Mr. Swaby," said he, as he made
signs for him to be seated. "I hae a sma' matter of business in which
you can serve me. I need scarcely observe, I reckon on your secrecy."

Mr. Swaby closed one eye, and placed the tip of his finger on his
nose--a pantomime intended to represent the most perfect fidelity.

"I happen," resumed Sir Archy, apparently satisfied with this pledge;