he has the right to be glad."

"He is a very old friend."

"So is we all ould frinds, an' we're all glad--out of our skins wid
gladness, Sir Herbert. 'Deed an' I thought the eend of the warld had
come when I heerd it, for my head went round and round and round as I
stood in the stable, and only for the fork I had a hould of, I'd have
been down among the crathur's legs."

And then it struck Herbert that as they were going on he heard the
footsteps of some one running after the car, always at an equal
distance behind them. "Who's that running, Richard?"

"Sure an' that's just Larry Carson, yer honour's own boy, that minds
yer honour's own nag, Sir Herbert. But, faix, I suppose ye'll be
having a dozen of 'em now."

"Stop and take him up; you've room there."

"Room enough, Sir Herbert, an' yer honour's so good. Here, Larry, yer
born fool, Sir Herbert says ye're to get up. He would come over, Sir
Herbert, just to say he'd been the first to see yer honour."

"God--bless--yer honour--Sir Herbert," exclaimed the poor fellow, out
of breath, as he took his seat. It was his voice that Sir Herbert
had recognized among the crowd, angry enough at that moment. But in
future days it was remembered in Larry Carson's favour, that he had
come over to Castle Richmond to see his master, contented to run the
whole road back to Castle Richmond behind the car. A better fate,
however, was his, for he made one in the triumphal entry up the
avenue.

When they got to the lodge it was quite dark--so dark that even
Richard, who was experienced in night-driving, declared that a cat
could not see. However, they turned in at the great gates without any
accident, the accustomed woman coming out to open them.

"An' is his honour there thin?" said the woman; "and may God bless
you, Sir Herbert, and ye're welcome back to yer own; so ye are!"

And then a warm large hand was laid upon his leg, and a warm voice
sounded greeting in his ear. "Herbert, my boy, how are you? This is
well, is it not?" It was Mr. Somers who had been waiting there for
him at the lodge gate.

Upon the whole he could not but acknowledge to himself that it was
well. Mr. Somers got up beside him on the car, so that by this time
it was well laden. "And how does my mother take it?" Herbert asked.

"Very quietly. Your Aunt Letty told me that she had spent most of her
time in prayer since she heard it. But Miss Letty seems to think that
on your account she is very full of joy