t for these visits should be given.

"Which Fitzgerald, Mr. Aby? Is it the Hap House young man?"

"Hap House. I never heard of such a place. These people live at
Castle Richmond."

"Oh--h--h! If Mr. Mollett have money due there, sure he have a good
mark to go upon. Why, Sir Thomas is about the richest man in these
parts."

"And who is this other man; at 'Appy--what is it you call his place?"

"Hap House. Oh, it's he is the thorough-going young gentleman.
Only they say he's a leetle too fast. To my mind, Mr. Owen is the
finest-looking man to be seen anywhere's in the county Cork."

"He's a flame of yours, is he, Fan?"

"I don't know what you main by a flame. But there's not a girl in
Cork but what likes the glance of his eye. They do say that he'd have
Lady Clara Desmond; only there ain't no money."

"And what's he to these other people?"

"Cousin, I believe; or hardly so much as that, I'm thinking. But all
the same if anything was to happen to young Mr. Herbert, it would all
go to him."

"It would, would it?"

"So people say."

"Mr. 'Erbert is the son of the old cock at Castle Richmond, isn't
he?"

"Just so. He's the young cock; he, he, he!"

"And if he was to be--nowhere like; not his father's son at all, for
instance, it would all go to this 'andsome 'Appy 'Ouse man; would
it?"

"Every shilling, they say; house, title, and all."

"Hum," said Mr. Abraham Mollett; and he began again to calculate his
family chances. Perhaps, after all, this handsome young man who was
at present too poor to marry his noble lady love might be the more
liberal man to deal with. But then any dealings with him would kill
the golden goose at once. All would depend on the size of the one egg
which might be extracted.

He certainly felt, however, that this Fitzgerald family arrangement
was one which it was beneficial that he should know; but he felt also
that it would be by no means necessary at present to communicate the
information to his father. He put it by in his mind, regarding it as
a fund on which he might draw if occasion should require. It might
perhaps be pleasant for him to make the acquaintance of this 'andsome
young Fitzgerald of 'Appy 'Ouse.

"And now, Fan, my darling, give us a kiss," said he, getting up from
his seat.

"'Deed and I won't," said Fan, withdrawing herself among the bottles
and glasses.

"'Deed and you shall, my love," said Aby, pertinaciously, as he
prepared to follow her through the br