bS^VH The Cotta 0"e o ROLAND CASHEL CHARLES LEVER AUTHOR OF "CHARLES o'mALLEY " WITH ILLUSTRATIONS VOL. I. >' * » > J , > LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS TiiE Broadway, Ludgate NEW YORK: 416, BROOME STREET i - J •1 •OljO* >' > LONDON : WOODKALL AND KINDER, PRINTERS, JllLFORD LANE, STRAND, W.C, K c- 4\ PEE FACE. I FIRST thought of this story — I should say I planned it, "c* if the expression were not misleading — when living at the H Lake of Como. There, in a lovely little villa — the " Cima" — on the border of the lake, with that glorious blending of Alpine scenery and garden-like luxuriance around me, cvj and little or none of interruption or intercourse, I had abundant time to make acquaintance Avith my charac- ters and follow them into innumerable situations, and through adventures far more extraordinary and exciting than I dared afterwards to recount. I do not know how it may be with other story-tellers, but I have to own for myself that the personages of a novel gain over at times a degree of interest very little inferior to that inspired by living and real people, and that this is especially the case when I have found myself in some secluded spot and seeing little of the world. To such an ascendancy has this deception attained, that more than once I have found myself trying to explain why this person should have done that, and by what impulse that other was led into something else. In fact, I have found that there are conditions of the mind in which purely imaginary creations assume the characters of actual people, and act positively as though they were independent of the will that inveiitcd them. IV rUEFACE. Of the strange manner in which imagination can thus assume the mastery, and for a while at least have com- mand over the mind, I cannot give a stronger instance within my own experience than the mode in which this story was first conceived. "When I began I intended that the action should be carried on in the land where the tale opened. The scene on every side of me had shed its influence, the air was weighty with the perfume of the lime and the orange. To days of dazzling brilliancy there succeeded nights of tropical splendour; with stars of almost preternatural magnitude streaking the calm lake with long lines of light. To people a scene like this with the soi-t of characters that might befit it, was rather a matter of necessity with me than choice, and it was then that Mai'itaiia revealed herself to me with a charm of loveli- ness I have never been able to repicture. It was there I bethought me of those passionate natui'es in which climate, and soil, and vegetation reproduce themselves, glowing, ardent, and voluptuous as they are. It was there my fancy loved to stray among the changeful inci- dents of lives of Avild adventure and wilder j^assion ; and to imagine the strange discords that could be evoked between the traits of a land that recalled Paradise and the natures that were only angelic in the fall. I cannot trust to my memory to remind me of the sort of tale I meaned to write. I know there was to have been a perfect avalanche of adventure on land and on sea. I know that through a stormy period of daily peril and excitement, the traits of the Northern temperament in Roland himself were to have asserted their superiority over his more impulsive comrades ; I know he was to PREFACE. V have won that girl's love against a invalry that set life ia the issue ; and I have a vague impression of how such a character might come by action and experience to develop such ti'aits as make men the rulers of their fellows. Several of the situations occur to me, but not a single clue to the story. There are even now scenes before mo of prairie life and lonely rides in passes of the Pampas ; of homes where the civilized man liad never seen a brother nor heard a native tongue. It is in vain I endeavour to recall anything like a connected narrative. All that I can well remember is the great hold the cha- racters had taken in my mind ; how they peopled the landscape around rae, and followed me wherever I went. This was in autumn. As winter drew nigh we moved into an Italian city, much frequented by foreigners, and especially the resort of our countrymen. The new life of this place and the interest they excited, so totally unlike all that I had left at my little villa, effected a complete revolution in my thoughts, utterly routing the belief I had indulged in as to the characters of my story, and the incidents in which they displayed themselves. Up to this all my efforts had been, as it were, to refresh my mind as to a variety of events and people I had once known, and to try if I could not recall certain situations which had interested me. Now the spell was broken, all the charm of the illusion gone, and I awoke to the dreary consciousness of my creatures being mere shadows, and their actions as unreal as themselves. Tliere is a sort of intellectual bankruptcy in such awakenings ; and I know of few things so discouraging as this sudden revulsion from dream-land to the cold terra finna of unaduinud fact, VI PREFACE. There wns liLUc in the city we now lived in to liar- monize with " romance." Ifc was, in fact, all that realism could accomplish with the aids of every taste and pas- sion of modern society. That this life of present day dissipation should be enacted in scenes where every palace, and every street, every monument, and, indeed, every name recalled a glorious past, may not impossibly have heightened the enjoyment of the drama, but most unques- tionably it vulgarized the actors. Instead of the Orinoco and its lands of feathery palms, I had now before me the Arno and its gay crowds of loungers, the endless tide of equipages, and the strong pulse-beat of an existence that even, in the highways of life, denotes passion and emotion. What I had of a plan was lost to me from that hour. I was again in the whirlpool of active existence, and the woi'ld around me was deep — triple deep — in all cases of loving and hating, and plotting and gambling, of intriguing, countermining and betraying, as very polite people would know how to do: occupations to watch, which inspire an intensity of interest unknown in any other condition of existence. Out of these impressions thus enforced came all the characters of my story. Kot one was a portrait, though in each and all were traits taken from life. If I suffered myself on one single occasion to amass too many of the characteristics of an individual into a sketch, it was in the picture of the beau of Drumcondera ; but there I was drawing from recollection and not able to correct, as I should otherwise have done, what might seem too close adherence to a model. I have been told that in the character of Linton I have exaggerated wickedness beyond PREFACE. VH all belief. I am sorry to reply that I made but a faint copy of him who suggested that personage, and who lives and walks the stage of life as I write. One or two per- sons — not more— who know liim whose traits furnished the picture, are well aware that I have neither overdrawn ray sketch, nor exaggerated my drawing. The Kennyfeck young ladies — I am anxious to say — • are not from life, nor is Lady Kilgoff, though I have heard surmises to the contrary. These are all the explanations and excuses that occur to me I have to make of this story. Its graver faults are not within the pale of apology ; and for these I only ask indulgence, the same indulgence that has never been denied me. CHARLES LEVER. Trieste, 1872. CONTENTS. -f*- CHAPTER I. Don Pedro's Guests ^^'^'^ CHAPTER II. A Challekge — AND How IT Ended U CHAPTER III. Mr. Simms on Life at the Villa ..... 28 • • CHAPTER IV. The Kenny feck HousEnoLD 33 CHAPTER V. How Roland became entitled to the Godfrey Browne Pko- ^^^^^ 39 o CHAPTER VI A Fracas in tue Betting-Rino • • 43 CHAPTER VII. Peeps Behind the Curtain 57 X CONTENTS. CIIArTEll VIII. PAGE Love i^ Law 65 CHAPTER IX. N ExoiTiKG Adventure 73 CHAPTER X. The CoMiNa Dinner-Paktt Discussed . . . , .03 CHAPTER XL A Drive with the Ladies lOi CHAPTER XIL The Great Kennyfeck Dinner 116 CHAPTER XIIL Tubber-Beq 137 CHAPTER XIV. Mr. Linton Reveals his Designs 154 CHAPTER XV. At the Gaming Table 166 CHAPTER XVL What Pi-mland Overheard at the Money Lender's. . . 178 CHAPTER XVIL SCANNINO THE POLITICAL IIoRIZON 186 CONTENTS. xi criArTKii XVIII. PA OF. "Under tue Green-Wood Tree" lle ques- tion of a farm, which actually makes the demesne worth- less, and which, by a singular piece of good fortune, is in Mr. Cashel's power to secure." " This is a veiy correct view, doubtless," said her meek husband, submis^ivdy, " but we should also re- member " " We have nothing to remember," internipted Mrs. Kennyfeck, stoutly ; " nothing, save his interests, who, as I have observed, is of too generous a nature to be trusted with such matters." " Is there no other farm — have we nothing on the property he'd like as well as this? " asked Cashel. " I fear not. The attachment to a place inhabited for centuries by his ancestry " " By his fiddlestick !" struck in Mrs. Kennyfeck ; " two and sixpence an acre dilTerence would be all the necessary compensation. Mr. Kennyfeck, how can you trifle in this manner, when you know how it will injure the demesne ?" " Oh, ruin it utterly ! " exclaimed Miss Kennyfeck. " It completely cuts off the beautiful river and those dear islands," said Olivia. " So it does," said Cashel, musing. " I wonder are they wooded ? I declare I believe they are. Papa, are these little scrubby things meant to repre- sent trees ? " 76 ROLAND CASHEL. " Oaks and chcstnut-trecs," responded Mr. Kcnnyfeck, gravely. " Oh, how I should lovo a cottage on that island — a real Swiss cottage, with its carved galleries, and decp-eaved I'oof. AYho owns these delicious islands ? " " Mr. Cashel, my dear," said papa, still bent on examin- ing the map. " Do I, indeed ! " cried Roland, in an ecstasy; "then you shall have your wish, Miss Kennyfeck. I promise you the prettiest Swiss cottage that your own taste can devise." " Oh dear, oli pi'ay forgive me." '' Oh, Mr. Roland Cashel, don't think of such a thing! Olivia was merely speaking at random. How silly, child, you are to talk that way." " Really, niamma, I had not the slightest suspi- cion — I wouldn't for tlie world have said anything if I thought " " Of course not, dear, hut pi'ay be guarded. Inderd, I own I never did hear you make a lapse of the kind before ; but you see, Mr. Cashel, you have really made us forget that we were strangers but yesterLla}-, and you are paying the penalty of your own exceeding kindness. Forget, then, 1 beseech you, this first transgression." " I shall assuredly keep my promise, madam," said Casliel, proudly; "and I have only to hope Miss Kenny- feck will not otfend me by declining so very humble a present. Now, sir, for our worthy friend Mr. Corrigan." " Too fast, a great deal too fast, love," whispered the elder sister in the ear of the younger, and who, to the credit of her tact and ingenuity be it spokei:, only gave the most heavenly smile in reply. " I really am puzzled, sir, what advice to give," said the attorney, musing. " I have no difficulties of this sentimental kind," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with a glance of profound depreciation towards her husband ; " and I beg Mr. Cashel to remember that the opportunity now oft'ered will possibly never occur again. It the old man is to retain liis farm, of course Mr. Cashel would not think of building a new mansion, ■which must be ill-circumstanced; from what I can hear of the present house, it is equally certain that he would not reside in that." LOVE l\ LAW. 77 " Is it so very bad?" asked Casliel, smiling. " It was ill-planned oi'iginally, added to in, if possible, woi'se taste, and then suffered to full into ruin. It is now Fonjething more than eighty years since it saw any other inhabitant than a care-taker." " Well, the picture is certainly not seductive. I rather opine that the best thing we can do, is to throw this old rambling concern down, at all events ; and now onco n:;ore — what sball we do with Mr. Corrigan ? " "I should advise you not giving any reply before jon. visit the property yourself. All business matters will be completed here, I trust, by Saturda}-. What, then, if we go over on Monday to Tubbermore ? " " Agreed. I have a kind of anxiety to look at the place ; indeed, a mere glance would decide nie if I ever care to return to it again." '■ Then, I perceive, our counsel is of no avail here," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, rising, with a very ill-concealed chagrin. " Xay, madam, don't say so. You never got so far as to give it," cried Cashel. " Oh, yes, you forgot that I said it would be absurd to hesitate about resuming possession." "Unquestionably," echoed Miss Kennyfeck. "It is merely to indulge an old man's caprice at the cost of your own comfort and convenience." " But he may cling to the spot, sister dear," said Olivia, in an accent only loud enough to be audible by Cashel. "You are right," said Roland in her ear, with a look that spoke his approval far more eloquently-. Although Miss Kennyfeck had heard nothing that passed, her quickness detected the looks of intelligence that were so speedily interchanged, and as she leit the room, she took occasion to whisper, "Do take advice, dear; there is no keeping up a pace like that." 78 EOLA.ND CASUEL, CHAPTER IX. AN EXCITING ADVENTUKB, "Bravo, Toro." As it clianced that many of Mr. Kennyfeck's clients were ■western gentlemen, whose tastes have an unequivocal tendency to all matters relating to horse-flesh, his stable was not less choicely furnished than his cellar ; for, besides being always able to command the shrewdest judgments when he decided to make a purchase, many an outstanding balance of long duration, many a debt signi- ficantly pencilled " doubtful " or " bad," in his note- book, was cleared off by some tall, sinewy steeplechaser from Galway, or some redoubted performer with the "Blazers." So well known was this fact that several needed no other standard of a neighbour's circumstances, than whether he had contributed or not to the Kennyfeck stud. This brief explanation we have been induced to make, to account for the sporting character of a stable whose pioprietor never was once seen in the saddle. Far other- wise the ladies of the house ; the mother and daughters, but in particular the elder, rode with all the native grace of Galway; and as they were invariably well mounted, and their grooms the smai-test and best appointed, their " turn-out " was the admiration of the capital. It was in vain that the English officials at the Castle, whose superlative tastes were wont to overshadow mere Irish pretension, endeavoured to compete with these noted equestrians. Secretaries' wives and chamberlains' daughters, however they might domineer in other mat- ters, were hei^e, at least, surpassed, and it was a conceded fact, that the Kennyfecks rode better, dressed better, and looked better on horseback, than any other girls in the country. If all the critics as to horsemanship pronounced the elder unequivocally the superior rider, mere admirers AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 79 of gracefulness preferred the younger sister, who, less courageous and self-possessed, invested her skill with a certain character of timidity that increased the interest her appearance excited. They never rode out without an immense cortege of followers, every well-looking and well-mounted man about town deeming it his devoir to join this party, just as the box of the reigning belle at the opera is besieged by assi- duous visitors. The very being seen in this train was a kind of brevet promotion in fashionable esteem, to which each newly-arrived cornet aspired, and thus the party usually presented a group of brilliant uniforms and danc- ing plumes, that rivalled in brilliancy, and far excelled in amusement, the staff of the viceroy himself. It would be unfair to suppose that, with all their natural innocence and artlessness, they were entirely ignorant of the sway they thus exercised; indeed, such a degree of modesty would have trenched upon the in- credulous, for how could they doubt what commanders of the forces and deputy-assistant-adjutants assured them, still less question the veracity of a prince royal, who posi- tively asserted that they " rode better than Quentin's daughter." It was thus a source of no small excitement among the mounted loungers of the capital, when the Kcnnyfecks issued forth on horseback, and not, as usual, making the tour of the " Square " to collect their forces, they rode at once down Grafton Street, accompanied by a single cava- lier. " Who have the Kennyfeck girls got with them ? " said a thin-waisted looking aide-de-camp to a lanky, well- whiskered fellow in a dragoon undress, at the Castle gate. " He is new to me — never saw him before. I say, Lucas, who is that tall fellow on Kennyfeck's brown horse — do you know him ? " "Don't know — can't say," drawled out a veiy diminu- tive hussar cornet. " He has a look of Merrington," said anothei', joining tlie party. " Xot a bit of it ; he's much larger. I shouldn't wonder if he's one of tho Esterhazys they've caught. There is 80 ROLAND CASHEL. one of them ovei" licrc — a Piiul or a Nicliolas, of the 3'oungcr branch ; — but here's Linton, he'll tell us, if any man can." This speech was addressed to a very dapper, well- dressed man of about thirty, mounted on a small thoroughbred pony, whose splashed and heaving flanks bespoke a hasty ride. " I say, Tom, you met the Kennyfecks — who was that with them ? " " Don't you know him, my lord ? " said a sharp ringing voice, " that's our newly-arrived millionuaire — Roland Cashel, our Tipperary Croesus ; — the man with I won't say how many hundred thousands a year, and millions iu bank besides." " The devil it is — a good-looking fellow, too." *' Spooney, 1 should say," drawled out the hussar, caress- ing his moustache. " One needn't be as smart a fellow as you, Wheeler, with forty thousand a year," said Linton, with a sly glance at the others. " You don't suppose, Tom," said the former speaker, "that the Kennyfecks have any designs in that quarter — egad ! that would be rather aspiring, eh ?" " Very unwise in us to permit it, my lord," said Linton, in a low tone. " That's a dish will bear carving, and let every one have his share." My lord laughed with a low cunning laugh at the sug- gestion, and nodded an easy assent. Meanwhile the Kennyfecks rode slowly on, and crossing Essex Bridge continued their way at a foot pace towards the park, passing in front of the Four Courts, where a very large knot of idlers uncovered their heads in polite salutation as they went. " That's Kennyfeck's newly-discovered client," cried one ; " a great card, if they can only secure him for one of the girls." "I say, did you remark how the eldest had him en- gaged ? She never noticed any of us." " I back Olivia," said another ; " she's a quiet one, but devilish sly for all that." " Depend upon it," interposed an older speaker, " the fellow is up to all that sort of thing." AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 81 " Jones met him at dinner yesterday at Kcnnyfeck's, and says be is a regular soft one, and if the girls don't run an' opposition to each other, one is sure to win." " "Why not toss up for him, then ? that would be fairer." " A}', and more sisterly, too," said the elder speaker. " Jones would be right glad to claim the beaten horse." "Jones, indeed — I can tell you they detest Jones," said a young fellow. " They told you so, eh, Hammond ? " said another ; ■while a very hearty laugh at the discomfited youth broke from the remainder. And now to follow our mounted friends, who, having reached the park, continued still at a walking pace to thread the greasy paths that led through that pleasant tract ; now hid amid the shade of ancient thorn-trees, now gaining the ojDen expanse of plain with its bold back- ground of blue mountains. Fx-om the evident attention bestowed by the two sisters, it was clear that Cashel was narrating something of in- terest, for he spoke of an event which had happened to himself in his prairie life ; and this alone, independent of all else, was enough to make the theme amusing. " Does this convoy any idea of a prairie, Mr. Cashel ? " said Miss Kennyfeck, as they emerged from a grove of beech-trees, and came upon the wide and stretching plain, so well known to Dubliners as the Fifteen Acres, but •which is, in reality, much greater in extent. " I have always fancied this great grassy expanse must be like a prairie." " About as like as yonder cattle to a herd of wild bufi'aloes," replied Roland, smiling. " Then what is a prairie like ? Do tell us," said Olivia, eagerly. " I can scarcely do so, nor, if I were a painter, do I suppose that I could make a picture of one, because it is less the presence than the total absence of all features of landscape that constitutes the wild and lonely solitude of a prairie. But fancy a great plain — gently — very gently undulating — not a tree, not a shrub, not a stream to break the dreary uniformity — sometimes, but even that rarely, a little muddy pond of rain-water, stagnant and yellow, is met with, but only seen soon after heavy showci"s, for the YOL. I. a 82 ROLAND CASHEL. hot sun rapidly absorbs it. The only vegetation, a short yellowed burnt-up grass — not a wild flower or a daisy, if you travelled hundreds of hundreds of miles. On you go, days and days, but the scene never changes. Large cloud shadows rest upon the barren expanse, and move slowly and sluggishly away, or sometimes a sharp and pelting shower is borne along, ti'aversing hundreds of miles in its course, but these are the only traits of motion in the death-like stillness. At last, perhaps after weeks of wandering, you descry, a long way off", some dark objects dotting the surface, these are buffaloes ; or at sunset, when the thin atmosphere makes everything sharp and distinct, some black spectral shapes seem to glide between you and the red twilight, these are Indian hunters, seen miles oflP, and by some sti^ange law of nature they are presented to the vision when far, far beyond the range of sight. Such strange apparitions, the consequence of i-efraction, have led to the most absurd superstitions, and all the stories the Germans tell you of their wild huntsmen are nothing to the tales eveiy trapper can recount of war parties seen in the air, and tribes of red men in pursuit of deer and buffaloes, through the clear sky of an autumn evening. " And have you yourself met with these wild children of the desert ?" said Olivia ; " have you ever been amongst them?" " Somewhat longer than I fancied," replied Roland, smiling. "I was a prisoner once with the Camauches." " Oh, let us hear all about it — how did it happen ? " cried both together. " It happened absurdly enough, at least you will say so, when I tell you ; but to a prairie-hunter the adventure would seem nothing singular. It chanced that some years ago I made one of a hunting painty into the Rocky Moun- tains, and finally as far as Pueblo Santo, the last station before entering the hunting-grounds of the Camanches, a very fiei'ce tribe, and one with whom all the American traders have failed to establish any relations of friendship or commerce. They care nothing for the inventions of civilization, and, unlike all other Indians, prefer their own bows and arrows to firearms. " We had been now four days within their boundary, and yet never met one of the tribe. Some averred that AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 83 they always learned by the scouts whenever any invasion took place, and retired till they were in sufficient forco to pour down and crush the intruders. Others, who proved better informed, said that they were hunting in a remote tract, several days' journey distant. We w^ere doubly disappointed, for besides not seeing the Camanches, for which we had a great curiosity, we did not discover any game. The two or three trails we followed led to nothing, nor could a hoof-track be seen for miles and miles of prairie. In this state of discomfiture, we were sitting one evening around our fix'es, and debating with ourselves whether to turn back or go on, when, the dispute waxing warm between those of ditferent opinions, I, who hated all disagreements of the kind, slipped quietly away, and throwing the bridle on my horse, I set out for a solitary ramble over the prairie. " I have the whole scene before me this instant, the solemn desolation of that dreary track ! for scarcely had I gone a mile over what seemed a perfectly level plain, when the swelling inequalities of the ground shutout the watch- fires of my companions, and now there was nothing to be seen but the vast expanse of land and sky, each coloured with the same dull leaden tint of coming night ; no horizon was visible, not a star appeared, and in the midst of this grey monotony, a stillness prevailed that smote the heart with something more appalling than mere fear. No storm that ever I listened to at sea, not the loudest thunder that ever crashed, or the heaviest sea that ever broke upon a leeward shore at midnight, ever chilled ray blood like that terrible stillness. I thought that the dreadful roll of an avalanche, or the heaving ground-swell of an earthquake had been easier to bear. I believe I actually prayed for something like sound to relieve the horrible tension of ray nerves, when, just as if my wish was heard, a low booming sound, like the sea within a rocky cavern, came borne along on the night wind. Then it lulled again, and after a time grew louder. This happened two or tliree times, so that, half suspecting some self-delusion, I stopped my ears, and then on removing my hands, I heard the noise increasing till it swelled into one dull roaring sound, that made the very air vibrate. I thought it must be an earthquake, of which it is said many occur in these G 2 84 ROLAND CASriEL. regions, but, from the dreary uniformity leave no trace behind. " I resolved to regain my companions at once ; danger is always easier to confront in company, and so I turned my horse's head to go back. The noise was now deafening, and so stunning that the very ground seemed to give it forth. My poor horse became terrified, his flanks heaved, and he laboured in his stride as if ovei'come by fatigue. This again induced me to suspect an earthquake, for I knew by what singular instincts animals are apprised of its approach. I therefore gave him the spur, and urged him on with every effort, when suddenly he made a tre- mendous bound to one side, and set off with the speed of a racer. Stretched to his fullest stride, I was perfectly powerless to restrain him ; meanwhile, the loud thunder- ing sounds filled the entire air — more deafeninf? than the greatest artillery ; the crashing uproar smote my ears, and made my brain ring with the vibration, and then .suddenly the whole yilain grew dark behind and at either side of me, the shadow swept on and on, nearer and nearer, as the sounds increased, till the black surface seemed, as it were, about to close around rae ; and now I perceived that the great prairie, far as my eyes could stretch, was covered by a herd of wild bull'aloes ; struck by some sudden terror, they had taken what is called ' the Stampede,' and set out at lull speed. In an instant they were around me on every side — a great moving sea of dark-backed monsters — roar- ing in terrible uproar, and tossing their savage heads wildly to and fro, in all the paroxysm of terror. To return, or even to extricate myself, was impossible ; the dense mass pressed like a wall at either side of me, and I •was borne along in the midst of the heaving herd, without the slightest hope of rescue. I cannot — you would not ask me, if even 1 could — recall the terrors of that dreadful night, which in its dark hours compassed the agonies of years. Until the moon got up, I hoped that the herd might pass on, and at last leave me at liberty behind ; but when she rose, and I looked back, I saw the dark sea of hides, as if covering the whole wide prairie, while the deep thunder from afar mingled with the louder bellowing of the herd around me. ** I suppose my reeling brain became maddened by the AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 85 excitement ; for even yet, when by any accident I suffer' slight illness, terrible fancies of that dreadful scene come back ; and I have been told that, in my wild cries and shouts, I seem encouraging and urging on the infuriate herd, and by my gestures appearing to control and dii'ect their headlong course. Had it been possible, I believe I should have thrown myself to the earth and sought death at once, even in this dreadful form, than live to die the thousand deaths of agony that night inflicted ; but this could not be, and so, as day broke, I was still carried on, not, indeed, with the same speed as before ; weariness weighed on the vast moving mass, but the pressure of those behind still drove them onward. I thought the long hours of darkness were terrible ; and the appalling gloom of night added tortures to my sufferings ; but the glare of daylight, the burning sun, and the clouds of dust, were still worse. I remember, too, when exhaustion had neai'ly spent my last frail energy, and when my powerless hands, letting fall the bridle, dropped heavily to my side, that the herd suddenly halted — halted, as if arrested by some gigantic hand ; and then the pressure became so dreadful that my bones seemed almost bursting from my flesh, and I screamed aloud in my agony. After this, I remember little else. The other events of that terrible ride are like the shadowy spectres of a magic lantern ; vague memories of sufi'erings, pangs that even yet chill my blood, steal over me, but unconnected and incoherent, so that when, as I afterwards heard, the herd dashed into the Camanchc encampment, I have no recollection of any- thing, except the terror-struck faces of the red men, as they bent before me, and seemed to worship me as a deity. Yes, this terrible tribe, who had scarcely ever been known to spare a white man, not only did not injure, but they treated me with the tenderest care and attention. A singular incident had favoured me: one of the wise men had foretold some days before that a herd of wild buf- faloes, sent by their god, Anadongu, would speedily appear, and rescue the tribe from the horrors of impend- ing starvation. The prediction was possibly based upon some optical delusion, like that I have mentioned. What- ever its origin, the accomplishment was hailed with ecstasy; and I myself, a poor, almost dying creature, 83 BOLAND OASHEL. Rt-.iined with blood, crushed and speechless, was regarded as their deliverer and preserver." " How long did you remain amongst them ? " cried Miss Kennyfeck. " And how did you escape ? " asked Olivia. " Were they always equally kind ? " " Were you sorry to leave them ? " were the questions rapidly poured in ere Cashel could reply to any one of them. " I have often heard," said Miss Kennyfeck, " that the greater mental ability of the white man is certain to secure him au ascendancy over the minds of savage tribes, and that, if he be spared at first, he is sure in the end to become their chief." " I believe they actually worship any display of intelli- gence above their own," said Olivia. " These are exaggerated accounts," said Cashel, smiling. "Marriage is, among savage as among civilized nations, a great stepping-stone to eminence. When a white man ia allied with a princess " " Oh, how shocking ! " cried both together. " I'm sure no person, anything akin to a gentleman, could dream of such a thing," said Miss Kennyfeck. " It happens now and then, notwithstanding," said Cashel, with a most provoking gravity. While the sisters would have been well pleased had Cashel's personal revelations continued on this theme, they did not venture to explore so dangerous a path, and were both silent. Roland, too, appeared buried in some recollection of the past, for he rode on for some time without speaking — a preoccupation on his part which seemed in no wise agreeable to his fair companions. " There are the MacFarlines, Livy," said Miss Kenny- feck ; *' and Linton, and Lord Charles, and the rest of them. I declare, I believe they see us, and are coming this way." " What a bore ! Is there no means of escape ? Mr. Cashel, pray invent one." " I beg pardon. What was it you said ? I have been dreaming for the last three minutes." " Pleasant dreams I'm certain they were," said Miss Kennyfeck, with a very significant smile j " evoked, AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 87 doubtless, by some little memory of youi' life among the Camancbes." Casbel started and grew red, while his astonishment rendered him speechless. " Here they come ; how provoking !" exclaimed Livy. " Who are coming ? " " Some friends of ours, who, strange to say, have the misfortune to be peculiarly disagreeable to my sister Livy to-daj', although I have certainly seen Lord Charles con- trive to make his company less distasteful at other times." " Oh, my dear Caroline, you know perfectly well " broke in Olivia, with a tone of unfeigned reproach. " Let us ride for it, then," said Miss Kennyfeck, with- out permitting her to finish. " jS^ow, Mr. Cashel, a canter — a gallop, if you will." "Quite readj^" said Cashel, his animation at once returning at the bare mention ; and awaj they set, down a gentle slope with wooded sides, then they gained another grassy plain, skirted with trees, at the end of which a small picturesque cottage stood, the residence of a ranger ; passing this, they arrived at a thick wood, and then slack- ened their pace, as all pursuit might be deemed fruitless. This portion of the park, unlike the rest, seemed devoted to various experiments in agriculture and gardening. Here were little enclosed plots of Indian corn and Swedish turnips; here, small plantations of fruit trees. Each suc- ceeding secretary seemed to have left behind him some trace of his own favourite system for the improvement of L-elaud, and one might recall the names of long-departed officials in little experimental specimens of drainage, or fencing, or drill culture, around. Leys interested by these patchwork devices, Cashel stood gazing on a beautiful white bull, who grazed in a little paddock carefully fenced by a strong oak paling. Although of a small breed, ho was a perfect specimen of strength and proportion, his massive and muscular neck and powerful loins contrasting with the lanky and tendonous form of the wild animal of the prairies. The girls Lad not remarked that Roland, beckoning to his servant, despatched him at full speed on an errand, for each was loitering about, anmsing herself with some object of the scene. 88 ROLAND CASHEL. "What has fascinated you yonder?" said Miss Kcnny- feck, riding up to where Rohmd still stood in wondci'ing admiration at the noble animal. " The handsomest bull I ever saw ! " cried he, in all tho ecstasy of a " Torero ; " " who ever beheld such a magni- ficent fellow ? Mark the breadth of his chest, and the immense fore-arm. See how he lashes his tail about. Ko need of bandilleros to rouse your temper," " Is there no danger of the creature springing over the paling?" said Olivia, drawing closer to Cashel, and look- ing at him with a most trustlul dependence. Alas for Roland's gallantry, he answered the words and not the glance that accompanied them. " No ; he'd never think of it, if not excited to some excess of passion. I'd not answer for his patience, or our safety either, if really provoked. See ! is not that glori- ous ? " This burst of enthusiasm was called forth by tho bull, seized with some sudden caprice, taking a circuit of the paddock at full speed, his head now raised mnjestically aloft, and now bent to the ground ; he snatched some tufts of the grass as he went, and flung them from him in wild, sport. "Bravo, toro !" cried Cashel, in all the excitement of delia'ht and admiralion. "Viva el toro!" shouted he I "Not a ' Corrida' of the Old World or the New ever saw a braver beast." Whether in compliance with his humour, or that she really caught up the enthusiasm from Cashel, Miss Kennj-- feck joined in all his admiration, and seemed to watch the playful pranks of the great animal with delight. "How you would enjoy a real 'toro machia,' " said Cashel, as he turned towards her, and felt that she was far handsomer than he had ever believed before. Indeed, the heightened colour of exercise, and the flashing bril- liancy of her eyes, made her seem so without the additional charm derived from sympathy with his humour. " I should delight in it," cried she, with enthusiasm. " Oh, if I could but see one ! " Cashel drew nearer as she spoke, his dark and piercing eyes fixed with a look of steadfast admiration, when in a low half whisper he said, " Would you really like it ? Have these wild and desperate games an attraction for you ? " AN EXCITING ADVENTURE. 89 " Oh, do not ask me," said slie, in the same low voice. " Why should I confess a wish for that which never can be." " How can you say that ? Have not far greater and less likely things happened to almost all of us ? Think of me, for instance. Travelling with the Gambusinos a few months back, and now — now your companion here." If there was not a great deal in the mere words them- selves, there was enough in the look of the speaker to make them deeply felt. How much further Cashel might have adventured, and with what additional speculations invested the future, is not for us to say, for just then, his groom rode up at speed, holding in his hands a gi'eat coil of rope, to one end of which a small round ball of wood was fastened. " What is that for, Mr. Cashel ? " inquired both the girls together, as they saw him adjust the coils lightly on his left arm, and poise the ball in his right hand. " Cannot you guess what it means ? " said Roland, Bmiling. " Have you never heard of a lasso ? " ''A lasso!" exclaimed both in amazement. "You surely could never intend " " You shall see," cried he, as he made three or four casts with the rope in the air, and caught up the loops again with astonisliing dexterity. " Now only promise me not to be afraid, nor, if possible, let a cry escape, and I'il show you some rare sport. Just take your places here; the horses will stand perfectly quiet." Without waiting for a reply, he ordered the grooms to remain at either side of tlic young ladies, and then dismounting, he forced open the lock and led his horse into the paddock. This done he leisurely closed the gate and mounted, every motion being as free from haste and excitement as if made upon the high road. As for the bull, at the noise of tiie gate on its hinges lie lifted up his head, but as it were indilJerent to the cause, he resumed his grazing attitude the moment after. Cashel's first care seemed to be to reconnoitre the ground, for at a slow walk he traversed the space in vari- ous directions, carefully examining the footing and watch- ing for any accidental circumstance that might vary the earface. He then rode up to the paling, where ip un» 90 EOLAND CASHEL. feigned terror the two girls sat, silently following him in every motion. " Now remember," said he, smiling, " no fears, no terrors. If you were to make me nervous, I should pro- bably miss my east, and the disgrace, not to speak of any- thing else, would be dreadful." " Oh ! we'll behave very well," said Miss Kennyfeck, trying to assume a composure that her pale cheek and compressed lips very ill corroborated. As for Olivia, too terrified for words, she merely looked at him, while the tears rolled heavily down her cheeks. " Now, to see if my hand has not forgot its cunning ! " said Roland, as he pressed his horse's flanks, and pushing into a half-gallop, made a circuit around the bull. The scene was a picturesque as well as an exciting one. The mettlesome horse, on which the rider sat with consummate ease, in his right hand the loose coils of the lasso, with which to accustom his horse he flourished and shook around the head and ears of the animal as he went : while, with head bent down, and the strong neck slightly re- tracted, the bull seemed to watch him as he passed, and at length, slowly turning, continued to fix his eyes upon the daring intruder. Gradually narrowing his circle Cashel was cautiously approaching within a suitable dis- tance for the cast, when the bull, as it were, losing patience, gave one short hoarse cry and made at him, so sudden the spring, and so infuriate the action, that a scream, from both the sisters together, showed how near the danger must have appeared. Roland, however, had foreseen from the attitude of the beast what was coming, and by a rapid wheel escaped the charge, and passed close beside the creature's flank unharmed. Twice or thrice the same manoeuvre occurred with the same result, and although the horse was terrified to that degree that his sides were one sheet of foam, the control of the rider waa perfect, and his every gesture bespoke ease and confi- dence. Suddenly the bull stopped, and retiring till his haunches touched the paling, be seemed sui-veying the field, and, contemplating another and more successful mode of attack. The concentrated passion of the creature's attitude at this moment was very fine, as with red eyeballs and AN EXCITING ADVENTURE.. 91 frothed lips he stood, slowly and in heavy strokes lashing his flanks with his long tail. "Is he tired?" said Miss Kennyfeck, as Cashel stood close to the paling, and breathed his horse, for what he foresaw might be a sharp encounter. " No ! far from it," answered Roland ; " the fellow has the cunning of an old 'Corridor;' you'll soon see him attack." The words were not well uttered, when, with a low deep roar, the bull bounded forward, not in a straight line, however, but zigzaging from left to right, and right to left, as if with the intention of pinning the" horseman into a corner. The terrific springs of the great beast, and his still more terrific cries, appeared to paralyse the horse, who stood immovable, nor was it till the savage animal had approached within a few yards of him, that at last he reared up straight, and then, as if overcome by terror, dashed off at speed, tho bull following. The scene was now one of almost maddening excite- ment, for, although the speed of the horse far exceeded that of his pursuei*, the bull, by taking a small circle, was rapidly gaining on him, and, before the third circuit of the field was made, wa,s actually almost side by side. Roland saw all his danger ; he knew well that the slightest swerve, a " single mistake," would be fatal ; but he had been trained to peril, and this was not the first time he had played for life and won. It was then, just at the instant when the bull, narrowing his distance, was ready, by one bound, to drive his horns into the horse's flank, that the youth, suddenly reined up, and throwing the horse nearly on his haunches, suffered his pursuer to shoot ahead. The same instant, at least so it seemed, he rose in his stirrups, and winding the rope three or four times above his head, hurled it forth. Away went the floating coils through the air, and with a sharp snap, they caught the animal's fore-legs in their fast embrace. Maddened by the restraint, he plunged forward, but ere he gained the ground, a dexterous pull of the lasso jerked the legs backwards, and the huge beast fell floundering to the earth. The stunning force seemed enough to have extin- guished life, and he lay indeed motionless for a few eeconda, when, by a mighty eflbrt, he strove to burst his 92 ROLAND CASHEL. bonds. Roland, meanwhile, after a severe struggle to induce Lis horse to approach, abandoned the effort, sprang | to the ground, and by three or four adroit turns of the \ lasso over the head and between the horns, completely I fettered him, and at each fresh struggle passing new 1 turns of the I'opc, he so bound him that the creature lay panting and powerless, his quiveriug sides and distended i nostrils breathing the deep rage that possessed him. | " Ah ! jSIosquito mio" — the Toridor's usual pet name j for a young bull — " you were an easy victory after all, \ though I bulieve with a little more practice of the game | I should only get off second best." I There was, if we must confess it, a certain little bit of boastful ness in the speech, the truth being, that the struggle, though brief, had been a sharp one, and so Casliul's air and look bespoke it, as he led his horse out | of the paddock. It would be a somewhat nice point — happily, it is not requisite to decide it — whether Roland was more flattered by the enthusiastic praise of the elder sister, or touched by the silent, but eloquent, look with which Olivia re- ceived him. " What a splendid sight, what a noble achievement!" said Miss Kennyfeck ; " how I thank you for thus giving me, as it were, a peep into Spain, and letting me feel the glorious enthusiasm a deed of heroism can inspire! " " Are you certain you are not hurt? " whispered Olivia; " the creature's horns certainly grazed you. Oh dear 1 bow terrible it was at one moment." " Are you going to leave him in his toils ? " said Miss Kennyfeck. " Oh, certainly," replied Cashel, laughing; " I commit the pleasant office of liberating him to other hands." And so saying, he carelessly mounted his horse, while they pressed him with a hundred questions and inquiries about the late combat. " I shall be amused to hear the reports that will bo current to-morrow," said Miss Kennyfeck, " about this affair. I'm certain the truth will be the last to ooze out. My groom says that the creature belongs to the Lord Lieutenant, and if so, there will be no end to the stories." Cashel did not seem as much impressed as the sisters AN EXClTIXa ADVENTURE. 93 expected at this announcement, nor at all aware tliat he had been constructively affronting the Vice-Majesty of the land, and so he chatted away in pleasant indifference while they continued their ride towards home. CHAPTER X. ITHE COMIKQ DINNER-PARTY DISCUS3HD, *' How kindness all its spirit lends, When we discuss our dearest friends, Not meanly faults and follies hiding, But frankly owning each blacksliding, Confessing with isolite compassion, 'They re very bad, but still, the fashion.'" The AIode, The Kennyfecks were without strangers that day, and Cashel, who was now, as it were by unanimous election, received into the bosom of the family, enjoyed for the first time in his life a peep into the science of dinner-giving, in the discussions occasioned by the approaching banquet. No sooner were they assembled around the drawing- room fire, than Mrs. Kennyfeck, whose whole soul was occupied by the one event, took occasion, as it were, by pure accident, to remember that they " were to have some people to-morrow." Now, the easy nonchalance of the reminiscence and the shortness of the invitation would seem to imply that it was merely one of those slight deviations from daily routine which adds two or three guests to the family table, and so, indeed, did it impress Cashel, who littl^; knew that the dinner in question had been devised, planned, and arranged full three weeks before, and the company packed with a decree of care and Belcction that evinced all the importance of the event. Time was when the Irish capital. enjoyed, and justly, the highest reputation for all that constitutes social success ; when around the dinner-tables of the city were met men of the highest order of intelligence, men pleased to exer- cise, without effort or display, all the charm of wit and 94 ROLAND CASHEL. eloquence, mid to make society a brilliant reunion of those gifts -which, in the wider sphei'O of active life, won fame and honours. As the race of these bi'ight conversers died out — for alas I they belonged to a past era — their places were assumed by others of very dissimilar tastes. Many edu- cated at English universities brought back with them to Ireland the more reserved and cautious demeanour of the other country, and thus, if not by their influence, by their mere presence, threw a degree of constraint over the tone of society, which, in destroying its freedom, despoiled it of all its charm. Fashion, that idol of an Englishman's heart, soon became an Irish deity too, and it now grew the "ton" to be English, or at least what was supposed to be such, in dress and manner, in hours, accent, and demeanour. The attempt was never successful ; the reserve and pla- cidity which sit with gracefulness on the high-bred Englishman, was a stiff, uncourteous manner in the more cordial and volatile Irishman. His own demeanour was a tree that would not bear grafting, and the fruit lost all its raciness by the admixture. The English officials at the Castle, the little staff of a commander of the foi'ces, a newly-made bishop, fresh from Oxford, even the officers of the last arrived dragoon regiment, became, by right of " accent," the types of manner and breeding in circles where, in the actual enjoy- ment of social qualities, they were manifestly beneath those over whom they held sway ; however, they were stamped at the metropolitan mint, and the competitors were deemed a mere depreciated currency which a few years more would cancel for ever. Mrs. Kennyfeck, as a fashionable dinner-giver, of course selected her company from this more choice section ; a fact which deserves to be recorded, to the credit of her hospitality ; for it was a very rare occurrence indeed, when she found herself invited by any of those distinguished personages who figured the oftenest at her own table. They thought, perhaps justly, that their condescension was sufficiently great to demand no further acknowledg- ment ; and that, as virtue is said to be its own reward, theirs was abundantly exhibited in the frankness with THE COMING DINNER-PARTY DISCUSSED. 95 wliich they ate Kennyfeck's venison, and drank his Bur- gundy, both of which -were excellent. Every one dined there, because they knew " they'd meet every one." A pretender in the world of fashion, unlike a pretender to monarchy, is sure to have the best company in his saJon ; and so, although you might have met many at the tables of the first men of the country, who were there by virtue of their talents or abilities, at Kennyfeck's the company was sure to be " select." They could not afford dilution, lest they should find themselves at ease ! '• Olivia, pray take that newspaper from Mr. Kennyfeck, and let us hear who he has asked to dinner to-morrow," said Mrs. Keniiyfeck, gracefully imitating an attitude of Lady Londonderry in the " Book of Beauty." Mr. Kennyfeck heard the request, and started; Lis sui'prise had not been greater if the Chancellor had ad- di'essed him as " Tom." It was the first time in his life that an allusion had ever been made to the bare possibility of his inviting the company of a grand dinner ; a preroga- tive he had never so much as dreamt of, and now he actually heard his wife refer to him, as if he were even a party to the deed. "Invite! Mrs. Kennyfeck. I'm sure I never thought " "No matter what you thought," said his spouse, red- dening at his stupidity. " I wanted to remember who are coming, that we may let Mr. Cashel learn something of our Dublin folk." "Here's a list, mamma," said Olivia; " and I believe there are no apologies. Shall I read it ? " " Do so, child," said she, but evidently out of humour that the delightful little display of indifference and ignor- ance should not have succeeded better. " Sir Andrew and Lady Janet MacFarline, of course!" cried Miss Kennyfeck ; " ain't they first." " They are," replied her sister. "Sir Andrew, Mr. Cashel," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, "is a very distinguished officer, a K.C.B., and something else besides. He was in all the Duke's battles in Spain ; a most gallant officer, but a little rough in manner — Scotch, 3'ou know. Lady Janet was sister to Lord What is that lord, Caroline? I always forget." 08 EOLAND CASHEL, " Dumkeeran, mamma." " Yes, that's it. She is a charming person, but very proud ; very proud, indeed — will not visit with the Dublin people ; with us, I must say, I have never seen anything like her kindness ; we are absolutely like sisters. Go on, Olivia." " Lord Charles Frobisher." "And the Honourable Elliot St. John," chimed in her sister ; " Damon and Pythias, where a dinner is con- cerned." This was said in a whisper. " They are Aides-de-Campto the Lord Lieutenant. Lord Charles is younger brother to the Duke of Derwent ; quite a man of fashion, and so amusing. Oh, he's delightful ! " *' Charming ! " duetted the two sisters. " Mr. St. John is a very nice person, too ; but one never knows him like Lord Charles ; he is more reserved. Olivia, however, says he has a great deal in hiin." " Oh, mamma ! I'm sure I don't know ; I only thought him much more conversable than he gets credit for." " Well, I meant no more," said her mother, who did not fancy the gathering gloom on Cashel's face at this allusion; •' read on again, child." " Lord Chief Justice Malone." "Oh, Mr. Kennyfeck," said she, playfully, "this is your doing ; I suspected, from your confusion a while ago, what you were at." Then, turning to Roland, she said: " 1 [e is always playing ns this trick, Mr. Cashel ; whenever we have a few friends together, he will insist upon invit- iniT some of his old bar cronies ! " A deep groan from Mr. Kennyfeck at the terrible pro- fanity of thus styling the chief of the Common Pleas, made every one start ; but even this, like a skilful tac- tician, Mrs. Kennyfeck turned to her own advantage. " Pray don't sigh that way. He is a most excellent person, a great lawyer, and, they say, must eventually have the peerage." She nodded to Olivia to proceed, who read on. " The Attorney-General and Mrs. Knivett." " Oh, really, Mr. Kennyfeck, this is pushing preroga- tive ; don't you think so, Mr. Cashel ? Not but, you know, the Attorney- General is a great personage in this poor country ; he is member for — where is it ?" THE COMING BlNNER-PARTY DISCUSSED. 97 " Baldo3'le, mamma." "Yes, Member for Baldoyle ; and she was a Miss Gamett, of Red Garaett, in Antrim; a most respectal lo connection ; so I think we may forgive him. Yes, Mr. Kennyfeck, you are, at least, reprieved." " Here come the Whites, mamma. I suppose wo may reckon on both, though she, as usual, sends her hopes and fears about being with us at dinner, but will be delighted to come in the evenins'." " That apology is stereotyped," broke in Miss Kenny- feck, "as well as the little simpering speech she makes on entering the di^awing-room. ' So you see, my dear Mrs. Kennyfeck, there is no resisting you. Colonel White assured me that your pleasant dinners always set him up for a month — he, he, he.' " Tf Cashel had not laughed heartily at the lisping imita- tion, it is possible Mrs. Kennyfeck might have been dis- pleased, but as the quiz " took," she showed no umbrage whatever. " The Honourable Downie Meek, Under Secretary of State," read Olivia, with a little more of emi^hasis than on the last-mentioned names. "A person you'll be charmed with, Mr. Cashel — so highly informed, so well bred, so perfectly habituated to move in the very highest circles," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, giving herself, as she spoke, certain graces of gesture, which she deemed illustrative of distinguished fashion. " A cucumber dressed in oil," whispered Miss Kenny- feck, who showed more than once a degree of impatience at these eulogistic descriptio:is. " The Dean of Drumcoudera, your great favourite, mamma." " So he is, my dear. Now, Mr. Cashel, I shall insist upon you liking my Dean. I call him my Dean, because one day last spring " " Mrs. Biles wants to speak to you, ma'am, for a minute," said the butler, from behind the chair ; and, although the interruption was anything but pleasant, yet the summons must be obeyed, for Mrs. Biles was the housekeeper, and any approach to treating her with in- difference or contempt on the eve of a great dinner would be about as impolitic as insulting a general who was VOL. I. E 98 BOLAND CASIIEL, about to command in a great battle ; so that Mrs. Kenny- feck rose to comply, not even venturing a -word of com- plaint, lest the formidable functionary should hear of it, and take her revenq-e on the made dishes. "Now for the Dean. Is mamma out of hearing?" said Miss Kennyfeck, who rejoiced at the casual oppor- tunity of a little portrait-painting in a different style. " Conceive a tall, pompous man, with large white features, and a high bald head with a conical top ; a sharp, clear, but unpleasant voice, always uttering grave nonsense, or sublime absurdity. He was a brilliant light at Oxford, and came over to illumine our darkness, and if pedantry could only supply the deficiency in the potato crop, he would be a providence to the land. His affectation is to know everything, from chuck-farthing to conic sections, and so to diffuse his information as always to talk science to young ladies, and discuss the royal game of goose with Lords of the Treasury. His failures in these attempts at Admirable Crichtonism would abash even confidence great as his, but that he is surrounded by a little staff of admirers, who fend off' the sneers of the audience, and like buffers, break the rude shocks of worldly collision. Socially, he is the tyrant of this capital ; for having learning enough to be more than a match for those he encounters, and skill enough to give his paradoxes a mock air of authority, he usurps a degree of dictation and rule that makes society mere slaver}". You'll meet him to-morrow evening, and you'll see if he does not know more of Mexico and Savannah life than you do. Take care, I say, that you venture not into the wilds of the Pampas, for you'll have his companionship, not as fellow- traveller, but as guide and instructor. As for myself, whenever I read in the papers of meetings to petition Parliament to repeal this or redress that, in the name of ' Justice to Ireland,' I ask, why does nobody pray for the recall of the Dean of Drumcondera? " " Here's mamma," whispered Olivia, as the drawing- room door opened. " We've done the Dean, mamma," said Miss Kennyfeck, with calm composure. " Well, don't you feel that you love him already ? Mr. Casbel, confess that you participate in all my raptures. THE COMING DINNEK-PARTY DISCUSSED. 99 Oh dear ! I do so admire talent and genius," exclaimed Mrs. Kennyfeck, theatrically. Cashel smiled, and muttered something unintelligible ; and Olivia read on, but with a rapidity that showed the names required no special notice. " The Craufui-ds, the Smythes, Mi-s. Felix Brown, Lady Emmeline Grrove." " Oh, that dear Lady Emmeline ! a most gifted creature ; she's the authoress of some sweet poems. She wrote that touching sonnet in the ' JSTobility's Galleiy of Loveliness,' beginning, ' Twin Sister of the Evening Star.' — I'm sure you know it." "I'm unfortunate enough never to have seen it," said Cashel. "Well, you shall see the wi'iter to-morrow evening; I must really take care that you are acquainted. People will tell you that she is affected, and take airs of author- ship ; but i-emember her literary success — think of her contributions to the Court Journal." " Those sweet flatteries of the nobility that Linton calls court- plaister, mamma," said Miss Kennyfeck, laughing maliciously. " Linton is yery abusive," said her mother, tartly ; " he never has a good word for any one." " He used to be a pet of yours, mamma," insinuated Olivia. " So he was till he became so intimate with those atrocious Fothergills." " AVho is he ? " said Cashel. " He's a son of Sir Geor2:e Linton." " That's one story, mamma ; but as nobody ever saw the aforesaid Sir George, the presumption is it may be in- correct. The last version is that he was found, like Moses, the discoverer being Lady Harriet Dropmore, who, with a humanity never to be forgotten " — " or forgiven," whispered Olivia, " for she has been often taunted with it " — " took care of the creature, and had it reared — nay, better again, she sent it to Rugby and to Cambridge, got it into Parliament for Ehnwood, and has now made it Master of the Horse in Ireland." " He is the most sarcastic person I ever met." " It is such an easy talent," said Miss Kennyfeck ; "the worst of wine makes capital vinegar." H 2 100 ROLAND CASHEL. "Then here follow a fcfcof soldier people," said Olivia; "Hussars and Queen's Bays, and a Captain Tanker of the Royal Navy — oh, I remember, he has but one arm — and then ihe Pelcrtons and the Cuifes." " Well, are we at the end of our muster-roll ?" "Yes, we have nearly reached the dregs of the cup. I see Mr. Knox Softly, and the Townleys ! " "Oh, the Townleys! Poor Mrs. Townlej^, with her yellow turban and red feathers, that Lord Dunbrock mis- took for a vol-au-vent garnished with shrimps." "Caroline!" cried Mrs. Kennyfeck, reprovingly, for her duugliter's sallies had more than once verged upon the exhaustion of her patience. "We shall not weary you with any description of the 'refreshers,' Mr. Cashel." " Pray who and what are they ? " inquired Cashel. "The ' refreshers' are that amiable but undervalued class in society who are always asked for the evening when the other members of the family are invited to dine. They are the young lady and young gentleman class ; the house- hold with ten daughters, and a governess that sings like, anything but, Persiani. They are briefless barristers, with smart whiskers ; and young men i^eading for the Church, with moustaches ; infantry officers, old maids, fellows of college, and the gentleman who tells Irish stories." " Caroline, I really must request " "But, mamma. Mi". Cashel surely ought to learn the map of the country he is to live in." "I am delighted to acquire my geography so pleasantly," cried Cashel. " Pray go on." "I am bound over," said she, smiling; " mamma is look- ing penknives at me, so I suppose I must stop. But as to these same 'refreshers,' you will easily distinguish them A'om the dinner company. The young ladies ai^e always fresher in their white muslin ; they walk about in gangs, and eat a prodigious deal of bread-and-butter at tea. Well, I have done, mamma, though I'm sure I was not aware of my transgressions." " I declare Mr. Kennyfeck is asleep again. — Mr. Kenny- feck, have the goodness to wake np and say who is to make the whist-table for Lady Blennerbore." " Yes, my lord," said Mr. Kennyfeck, waking up and THE COMING DINNER-PARTY DISCUSSED. 101 rubbing his eves ; " we'll take a verdict for the plaintiff, leaving the points reserver]." A very general lauyh hsrtvrpcfj-l'led hirn';t:o himself, as with extreme confusion he' continued, " I was so fiitigued in the Rolls to-day. It ,tya^ pii; 'dr^'urnp'H Jrteliitive to a trust, Mr. Cashel, which it id of grea^ mbmeiio you should be relieved of." " Oh, never trouble your head about it now, sir," said Cashel, good-naturedly. " I am quite grieved at the weariness and fatigue my affairs ni'e costing j'ou." " I was asking about Lady Blennerbore's whist," inter- posed Mrs. Kennyfeck. " Who have you for her painty besides the Chief Justice ?" " Mnjor M'Cartney says he can't afford it, mamma," said the eldest daughter, sliiy. " She is so very lucky Avith tlie honours ! " " Where is Thorpe," cried Mrs. Kennyfeck, not deign- ing-to notice this speech — "he used to like his rubber?" "He told me," said Miss Kennyfeck " that he wouldn't play with her ladyship any more ; that one had some chance formerly, but that since she has had that touch of the palsy, she does what she likes with the Kings and Aces." "•This is atrocious ; never let nie hear it again," said the mamma, indignantly; "at all events, old Mr. Moore Hacket will do." " Poor old man, he is so blind that he has to thumb the cards all over to try and know them by the feel, and then he always washes the King and Queen's faces with a snuffy handkerchief, so that the others are sneezing at every trick the_y play." " Caroline, you permit yourself" to take the most im- proper freedoms ; I desire that we may have no more of this." " I leather like old Mr. Hacket," said the incorrigible assailant; " he mistook Mv. Pottinger's bald and polished head for a silver salver, and laid his teacup on it, the last evenin;^ he was here." It Cashel could not help smiling at Miss Kennyfeck's sallies, ho felt it was in rather a strange spirit of hospi- tality the approaching entertainment was given, since few of the guests were spared the most slighting sarcasms, and scarcely for any was there professed the least friend' 102 ROLAND CASHEL. ship 01' affection. He was, however, veiy new to " the world," and the stranjje understanding on which its daily intercoui'se, its social lift) af dinners, visits, and dejeuners subsists, was perfectly anknown to him. lie had much to learn ; but as l):s.nata,rc was of. an inquiring character, he was as equal as he' v^^as -waU inc,]] aod to its task. It was then, with less enjoyment of tl\e scene for its absurdity, than actually as an occasion to acquire knowledge of people and modes of living hitherto unknown, he listened gravely to the present discussion, and sat with attentive ears to hear who was to take in Lady Janet, and whether Sir Archy should precede the Chief Justice or not; if a Dragoon Colonel should take th-e pas of an Attorney-General, and whether it made the same difference in an individual's I'ank that it did in his comfort, that he was on the half-pay list. When real rank is concerned, few things are easier than the arrangement of such details; the rules are simple, the ex- ceptions few, if any ; but in a society where the distinctions are inappreciable, where the designations are purely pro- fessional, an algebraic equation is simpler of solution than such difficulties. Then came a very animated debate as to the places at table, wherein lay tlie extreme difficulty of having every one away from the fire and nobody in a draught, except of course those little valued guests who really appeared to play the ignoble part of mortar in a great edifice, being merely the cohesive ingredient that averted friction be- ■ tween more important materials. Next came the oft- disputed question as to whether the champagne should be served with the jjct/fs pd/es, after the fish, or at a remote stage of the second course, the young ladies being eager advocates of the former, Mrs. Kennyfeck as firmly de- nouncing the practice as a new-fangled thing, that " the Dean" himself said he had never seen at Christchurch ; but the I'eally great debate arose on a still more knotty point, and one on which it appeared the family had brought in various bills, without ever discovering the real remedy : it was by what means — of course, moral force means — it were possible to induce old Lady Blennerbore to rise from table whenever Mrs. Kennyfeck had decreed that move to be necessary. It was really moving to listen to Mrs. Kennyfeck's [V" ■ 1 fv^r^ THE COMING DINNER-PARTY DISCUSSED. 103 narratives of signals unnoticed and signs unattended to ; that even on the very last day her ladyship had dined there, Mrs. Kennyfeck had done little else for three quarters of an hour than half stand and sit down again, to the misery of herself and the discomfort of her neigh- hours. " Poor dear old thing," said Olivia, " she is so very near-sighted." "Not a bit of it," said her sister; "don't tell me of bad sight that can distinguish the decanter of port from the claret, which I have seen her do some half-dozen times without one blunder." "I'd certainly stop the supplies," said Cashel; "wouldn't that do?" "Impossible!" said Miss Kennyfeck; "you couldn't starve the whole garrison for one refractory subject." "Mr. Linton's plan was a perfect foilure, too," said Mrs. Kennyfeck. " He thought by the introduction of some topic ladies do not usually discuss, that she would certainly withdraw ; on the contrary, her ladyship called out to me, ' I see your impatience, my dear, but I must hear the end of this naughty story.' We tried the French plan, too, and made the gentlemen rise with us ; but really they were so rude and ill-tempered the entire evening after, I'll never venture on it again." Here the whole party sighed and were silent, as if the wished-for mode of relief were as distant as ever. "Must we really ask those Claridge. girls to sing, mamma ?" said Miss Kennyfeck, after a long pause. " Of course you must. They were taught by Costa, and they are always asked wherever they go." " As a matter of curiosity, Mr. Cashel, the thing is worth hearing. Paganini's monocorde was nothing to it, for they'll go through a whole scena of Donizetti with only one note in their voice. Oh dear ! how very tiresome it all i.s : the same little scene of pressings, and refusals, and entreaties, and rejections, and the oft-repeated dispute of the sisters between * Notte divina ' and ' Non vedro mai,' ending in that Tyrolese thing, which is on every organ in the streets, and has not the merit of the litllo shaved dog with the hat in his mouth, to make it droll. And thou" — here Miss Kennyfeck caught a side glance of 10 i ROLAND CASIIEL. a most rebuking frown on her mother's face, so that adroitly addressing herself to Cashel, she seemed unaware of it — " and then, when the singing is over, and those •who detest rnusic are taking their revenge by abusing tho singers, and people are endeavouring to patch up the interrupted chattings — then, I suppose, we are, quito suddenly, without the slightest premeditation, to suggest a quadi'ille or carpet-dance. This is to be proposed as a most new and original idea that never occurred to any one before, and is certain to be hailed with a warm enthu- siasm : all the J'oung ladies smiling and smirking, and tho gentlemen fumbling for their soiled kid gloves — clean ones would destroy the merit of the impromptu." " I'm certain Mr. Cashel's impression of our society hero will scarcely be flattering, from what he has heard this evening," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, rising. " He'll see with his own eyes to-mcrrow night," said Miss Kennyfeck, coolly. "Will you favour me with a little of your time in the morning?" said Mr. Kennyfeck to Cashel. " I find that I cannot avoid troubling you ; there ai'e several documents for signature, and if you could devote an hour, or, if possible, two " " I am perfectly at your orders," said Cashel ; " the ladies say that they will not ride, and therefore dispose of me as you like." A hearty good night followed, and the party broke up. CHAPTER XI. A DRIVE WITU THE LADIES. "Geld kann vieles in der Welt." — Wiener Lied. (" Money can do much in this world.") When Cashel descended the stairs to breakfast, he took a peep into the drawing-room as he went, some slight hope of seeing Olivia, perhaps, suggesting the step. lie was disappointed, however 5 except a servant arranging can,- A DRIVE WITH THE LADIES. 105 dies in the lustres, the room was empty. The same fate awaited him iu the breakfast-room, where a small table, most significantly laid for two, showed that a tete-a-tete with his host was in store for him. No wonder, then, if Mr. Kennyfeck saw something of impatience in the air of his young guest, whose eyes turned to the door each time it opened, or were as hastily directed to the garden at each stir without— evident signs of thoughts directed in chan- nels difierent from the worthy solicitor's. Confess, my dear reader — if you be of the sex to .jad_^e of these matters — confess it is excessively provoking when you have prepai^ed your mind, sharpened your wit — perhaps, too, curled your whiskers— with a latent hope that you are to meet and converse with two very handsome and sprightly girls, that the interview is converted into a fccene with " Papa." For ourselves, who acknowledge to have a kind of Catholicism in these affairs, who like tho dear creatures in all the flaunting dash of a riding-hat and habit, cantering away of a breezy day, with laughing voice and half uncurled hair; who delight to see them lounging in a britschka or lolling in a phaeton ; who gaze with rapture on charms heightened by the blaze of full- dress, and splendid in all tiie brilliancy of jewels and flowers ; we own that we have a kind of fondness, almost amounting to a preference, for the prim coquettishness of a morning-dress — some light muslin thing, floating and gauzy — showing the figure to perfection, and in its sim- plicity suiting well the two braids of hair so innocently banded on the cheeks. There is something of conscious power in the quiet garb, a sense of trustfulness ; it is like the warrior advancing v/ithout his weapons to a conference that is exceedingly pleasing, seeming to say. You see that I am not a being of tulle, and gauze, and point de Brux- clles, of white satin, and turquoise, and pink camellias, but a creature whose duties may be in the daily round of life, meant to sit beside on a grassy slope as much as on a velvet ottoman, to talk with, as well as flirt with. We have no means of knowing if Cashel was of our mind, and whether these dcmi-toilctte visions were as suggestive to his as they are to our imagination, but that he bore his disappointment with a very bad grace we can perfectly answer for, and showed, by his distracted mail. 106 EOLAND CASHEL. ner and inattentive air, that the papa's companionship was a very poor substitute for the daughters'. It must be owned, too, that Mr. Kennyfeck was scarcely a brilliant converser, nor, had he been so, was the matter under consideration of a kind to develop and display his abilities. The worthy solicitor had often pi'omised him- self the pleasure he now enjoyed of recounting the whole story of the law proceedings. It was the great event of his own life, " his Waterloo," and he dwelt on every detail with a prosy dalliance that was death to the listener. Legal subtleties, shrewd and cunning devices of crafty counsellors, all the artful dodges of the profession, Cashel heard with a scornful indifference or a downright apathy, and it demanded all Mr. Kennyfcck's own enthusiasm in the case to make him persist in a narrative so uninteresting to its only auditor. " I fear I weary you, Mr. Cashel," said the solicitor, " with these details, but I really supposed that you must feel desirous of knowing not only the exact circumstances of your estate, but of learning the very singular history by which your claim was substantiated." " If I am to be frank," said Cashel, boldly, " I must tell you that these things possess not the slightest interest for me. When I was a gambler — which, unfortunatel}^, I was at one time — whether I won or lost, I never could endure to discuss the game after it was over. So long as there was a goal to reach, few men could feel more ardour in the pursuit. I believe I have the passion for success as strong as ray neighbours, but the struggle over, the prize won, whether by myself or another it mattered not, it ceased to have any hold upon me. I could address myself to a new contest, but never look back on the old one." " So that," said Kennyfeck, drawing a long breath to conceal a sigh, " I am to conclude that this is a topic you would not desire to renew. Well, I yield of course, only pray how am I to obtain your opinion on questions con- cerning your property ? " ''My opinions," said Cashel, "must be mere arbitrary decisions, come to without any knowledge ; that you are well aware of. I know nothing of this country — neither its interests, its feelings, nor its tastes. I know just as little of what wealth Avill do, and what it will not do. Tell A DKIVE WITH THE LADIES. 107 me, therefore, in a few words, what other men, situated as I am, would pursue, what habits they would adopt, how lire, and with whom. If I can conform, without any great sacrifice of personal freedom, I'll do so, because I know of no slavery so bad as notoriet3\ Just then give me your counsel, and I ask, intending- to follow it." Few men were less able than Mr. Kennyfeck to offer a valuable opinion on these difiQcult subjects, but the daily routine of his professional life had made him acquainted with a certain detail that seemed, to himself at least, au undeviating rule of procedure. He knew that, to the heir of a large estate coming of age, a wife and a seat in Par- liament v.-ere the two tirst objects. He had so often boen engaged in drawing up settlements for the one, and raising money for the other contingency, that they became as as- sociated in his mind with one-and-twenty j'ears of age as though intended by Nature to denote it. With some reserve, which we must not scrutinize, ho began with the political object. " I suppose, sir," said lie, " you will desire to enter Parliament ? " " I should like it," said Cashel, earnestly, " if a sense of inferiority would not weigh too heavily on me to compen- sate for the pleasure. With an education so neglected as mine, I should run the hazard of either unjustly depreci- ating my own judgment, or, what is worse, esteeming it at more than its worth. Now, though I suspect that the in- terest of politics would have a great attraction for me, I ' should always occupy too humble a station regarding them, to make that interest a high one. Omit Parliament, then, and what next ? " " The duties of a country gentleman arc various and important — the management of your estates " " This I must leave in your hands," said Cashel, ab- ruptly. " Suggest something else." " Well, of course, these come in a far less important category ; but the style of your living, the maintenanco of a house befitting your rank and property, the reception of your country neighboui-s — all these are duties." " 1 am very ignorant of forms," said Cashel. haughtily ; "but I opino that if a man spare no money, with a good cook, a good cellar, a good stable, and ' carte blanche ' from 108 ROLAND CASHEL. the owner to make free with everything, these duties are not very difficult to perform." Had Mr. Kennyfcck known more of such matters, ho might have told him that something was still wanting — • that something which can throw ils perfume of good-breed- ing and elegance over the humble dinner-party in a cottage, and yet be absent from the gorgeous splendour of a ban- quet in a palace. Mr. Kcnnyfeck did not know this, so ho accorded his fullest assent to Cashel's opinion. "What comes next?" said Roland, impatiently, " for as I am neither politician nor countr}^ gentleman, nor can I make a pursuit of mere hospitality, I really do not eeo what career is open to me." Mv. Kennj'feck had been on the eve of introducing tlio topic of marriage, when this sally suddenly routed the at- tempt. The man who saw nothing to occupy him in politics, property, or social intercourse, would scarcely deem a wife an all-suilicicnt ambition. Mr. Kennyfeck was posed. " I see, sir, your task is a hard one ; it is no less than to try and conform my savage tastes and habits to civi- lized usages — a difficult thing, I am certain ; however, I promise compliance with any ritual for a while. I have often been told that the possession of fortune in these countries imposes more restraints in the shape of duties, than does poverty elsewhere. Let me try the problem for myself. Now, dictate, and I obey." "After all," said Mr. Kennyfeck, taking courage, " fe',7 men would deem it a hard condition in which to find themselves master of above 16,000/. a year, to enter Par- liament, to keep a good house, and many — as every man in your circumstances may — the person of his choice." "Oh! Is matrimony another article of the code?" said Cashel, smiling. " AVell, that is the greatest feature, because the others are things to abandon, if not found to suit your temper or inclination — but a wife — that does loolc somewhat more permanent. I^o matter, I'll adventure all and everything — of course depending on your guidance for the path." Mr. Kennyfeck was too happy at these signs of confi- dence to neglect an opportunity ibr strengthening the ties, and commenced a very prudent harangue upon the ueces* A DKITE \MTn THE LADIES. 109 Bity of Cashel's using gi'eat caution in his first steps, and not committing himself by anything lilce political pledges, till he had firmly decided which side to adopt. " As to society," said he, " of course you will select those who please' you most for your intimates ; but in politics thero are many considerations vei^y dilferent from mere liking. Be only guarded, however, in the beginning, and you risk nothing by waiting." " And as to the other count in the indictment," said Cashel, interrupting a rather prosy dissertation about political parties — " as to the other count — Matrimony I mean. I conclude, as the world is so exceedingly kind as to take a profound interest in all the sayings and doings of a man with money, that perhaps it is not inditt'erent rcgai'ding so eventful a step as his marriage. Now, pray, Mr. Kennyfeck, having entered Parliament, kept open house, hunted, shot, raced, dined, gambled, duelled, and the rest, to please society, how must I satisfy its exigencies in this last particular ? I mean, is there any particular style of lady — tall, short, brunette or fair, dark- eyed or blue-eyed, or what, in short, is the person I must marry if I would avoid transgressing any of those for- midable rules which seem to regulate every action of yovir lives, and, if I may believe Mr. Phillis, superintend the very colour of your cravat and the shape of your hat ?" " Oh, believe me," replied Mr, Kennyfeck, with a bland persuasiveness, " Hishion is only exigeant in small matters ; the really momentous affairs of life are always at a man's own disposal. Whoever is fortunate enough to be Mr. Cashel's choice, becomes, by the fact, as elevated above envious criticisms, as she will be above the sphere where they alone prevail." " So far that is very flattering. Now for another point. There is an old shipmate of mine — a young Spanish officer — who has lived rather a rakish kind of life. I'm not quite sure if he has not had a brush or two with our flag, for he dealt a little in ebony — you understand — the slave-trade, 1 mean. How would these line gentlemen, I should like to know, receive him ? Would they look coldly and distantly at him ? I should naturally wish to Bee him at my house, but not that he might be oil'ered anything like slight or insult." 110 ROLAND CASHEL. " I should defer it, certainly. I would recommend you Dot pressing this visit, till you have surrounded yourself with. a certain set, a party by whom you will be known and upheld." " So then, if I understand you ai'ight, I must obtain a kind of security for my social good conduct before the AYorld will trust me ? Now, this does seem rather hard, particularly as no man is guilty till he has been con- victed." " The bail-bond is little else than a matter of form," said Mr. Kennyfeck, smiling, and glad to cap an allusion which his professional pursuits made easy of comprehen- sion. " Well!" sighed Cashel, "I'm not quite certain that this same world of yours and I shall be long friends, if even we begin as such. I have all my life been somewhat of a, rebel, except w-here authority was lax enough to make resistance unnecessarj-. How am I to get on here, hemmed in and fenced by a hundred restrictions ? " Mr. Kennyfeck could not explain to him that these barriers were less restrictions against pei^sonal liberty than defences against aggression ; so he only murmured some common-places about "getting habituated," and "time," and so on, and apologized for what he, in reality, might have expatiated on as privileges. " My mistress wishes to know, sir," said a footman, at this juncture, "if Mr Cashel will drive out with her? the carriage is at the door." " Delighted?" cried Cashel, looking at the same time most uncourteously pleased to get away from his tiresome companion. Cashel found Mrs. Kennyfeck and her daughters seated in a handsome barouche, whose appointments, bating, perhaps, some little exuberance in display, were all perfect. The ladies, too, were most becomingly attired, and the transition from the little cobwebbed den of the solicitor to the free air and pleasant companionship, ex- cited his spirits to the utmost. "How bored you must have been by that interview!" — said Mrs. Kennyfeck, as they drove away. H " Why do you say so ? " said Cashel, smiling. " You looked so weary, so thoroughly tired out, when A DRIVE WITH THE LADIES. Ill you joined us. I'm certain Mr. Kennyfeck has been reading aloud all the deeds and documents of the trial, and reciting, the hundred-and-one ditHculties which his surpassing acuteness, poor dear man ! could alone over- come." " No, indeed you wrong him," said Eoland, with a laugh; "he scarcely alluded to what he might have reasonably dwelt upon with pride, and what demands all my gratitude. He was rather giving me, what I so much stand in need of, a little lecture on my duties and devoirs as a possessor of fortune ; a code, I shame to confess, perfectly strange to me." A very signiticant glance from Mrs. Kennyfeck towards the girls revealed the. full measure of her contempt for the hardihood of poor Mr. Kennyfeck's daring, but quickly assuming a smile, she said, " And are we to be permitted to hear what these excellent counsels were, or are these what the Admiralty calls ' secret instructions ?' " " Not in the least. Mr. Kennyfeck sees plainly enough — it is but too palpable — that I am as ignorant of this new world as ho himself would be, if dropped down sud- denly in an Indian encampment, and that as the thing I detest most in this life is any unnecessary notoriety, I want to do, as far as in me lies, like my neiglibours. I own to you, that the little sketch with which he favoured me is not too fascinating, but he assures me that with time, and patience, and zeal, I'll get over my difficulties, and make a very tolerable country gentleman." "But, my dear Mr. Cashel," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with a great emphasis on the epithet, " why do you think of listening to Mr. Kennyfeck on such a subject ? Poor man, he takes all his notions of men and manners from the Exchequer and Common Pleas." " Papa's models are all in horse-hair wigs — fat mum- mies in ei-mine!" said Miss Kennyfeck. " When Mr. Cashel knows Lord Charles," said Olivia. " Or Mr. Linton " " Or the Dean," broke in Mrs. Kennyfeck ; " for al- though a Churchman, his information on every subject is boundless." Miss Kennyfeck gave a sly look towards Cashel, wliich very probably entered a dissent to her mamma's opinion. 112 tlOLANi) CASIIEL* " If I -were you," resumed she, tenderly, " I ki.ow vvliafc I should do ; coolly rejecting all their counsels, I should fashion my life as it pleased myself to live, well assured that in following my bent, I should find plenty of people only too happy to lend me their companionship. Just reflect, for a moment, how very agreeable you can make your house, without in the least compromising any taste or inclination of your own ; without, in fact, occupying your mind on the subject. "But tlie world," remarked Mrs. Kennyfeck, "must be cai'cd for ! It would not do for one in Mr. Cashel's station to form his associates oidy among those whose agreeability is their recommendation." " Then let him know the Dean, mamma," said Miss Kennyfeck, slily. " Yes, my dear," rejoined Mrs. Kennyfeck, not detect- ing the sarcasm, " I cannot fancy one more capable of afibrding judicious counsel. You spoke about ordering plate, Mr. Cashel ; but of course j^ou will apply to Storr and Mortimer. Everything is so much better in London ; otherwise, here we are at Leonard's." The carriage drove up, as she spoke, to the door of a very splendid-looking shop, where in all the attractive display modern taste has invented, plate and jewellery glittered and dazzled. " It was part of Mr. Kennyfeck's counsel this morning," said Cashel, " that I should purchase anything I want in Ireland, so far, at least, as practicable; so, if you will aid me in choosing, we'll take the present opportunity." Mrs. Kennyfeck was overjoyed at the bare mention of such an occasion of display, and sailed into the shop with an air that spoke plain as words themselves, " I'm come to make your fortune." So palpable, indeed, was the manner of her approach, that the shopman hastily retired to seek the proprietor of the establishment — a little pom- pous man, with a bald head — who, having a great number of " bad debts " among his high clients, had taken to treating great folk with a very cool assumption of equality. " Mr. Cashel is come to look about some plate, Mr. Leonard. Let us see your book of drawings ; and havo you those models you made for Lord Kellorane ? " " We have better, ma'am," said Leonard. " We have A DRIVE WITH THE LADIES. 113 the plate itself. If you will step upstairs. It is all laid out on the tables. The fact is" — here he dropped his voice — " his lordship's marriage with Miss Fenchurch is broken off, and he will not want the plate, and we have his orders to sell it at once." " And is that beautiful pony-phaeton, with the two black Arabians, to be sold ? " asked Miss Kennyfeck, eagerly, " He only drove them once, I think." " Yes, madam, everything : they are all to be auctioned at Dycer's to-day." " At what hour?" inquired Cashel. *' At three, precisely, sir." " Then it wants but five minutes of the time," said Cashel, looking at his watch. " But the plate, sir ? Such an opportunity may never occur again," broke in Leonard, Tearful of seeing his cus- tomer depart unprofitably. " Oh, to be sure. Let us see it," said Cashel, as he handed Mrs. Kennyfeck upstairs. An exclamation of surprise and delight burst from the party at the magnificent display which greeted them on entering the room. How splendid — what taste — how very beautiful — so elegant — so massive — so chaste ! and fifty other encomiastic phrases. "Very fine, indeed, ma'am," chimed in Leonard ; "cost fifteen and seven-pence the ounce throughout, and now to be sold for thirteen shillings." " What is the price ?" said Cashel, in a low whisper. " There are, if I remember right, sir, but I'll ascertain in a moment, eight thousand ounces." " I want to know the sum in one word," rejoined Cashel, hastily. " It will be something like three thousand seven hundred and- >> "O " Well, say three thousand seven hundred, it is mine." *' These ice-pails are not included, sir." "Well, send them also, and let mo know the price. How handsome that brooch is ! Let me see it on your velvet dress, Mrs. Kennyfeck. Yes, that really looks well. Pray let it remain there." " Oh, I couM not think of such a thing ! It is far too costly. It is the most splendid " VOL, I. I 114 ROLAND CASHEL. "You'll not refuse me, I hope, a first request, madam," Baid he, with a half-otl'ended air. Mrs. Kenny feck, really overwhelmed by the splendour of the gift, complied with a reluctant shame. " These are the diamonds that were ordered for the bride," said Leonard, opening a jewel-casket, and exhibit- ing a most magnificent suite. " Oh, how sorry she must be ! " cried Miss Kennyfeck, as she surveyed the glittering mass. " If she loved him," murmured Olivia, in alow whisper, as if to herself, but overheard by Cashel, who kept his 'eyes towards her with an expression of deep interest. " If the gentleman stood in need of such a set," said Leonard, " I am empowered to dispose of them at the actual cost. It is old Mr. Fenchurch who sufiers all the loss, and he can very well afifoi'd it. As a wedding present, sir " " But I am not going to be married, that I know of," said Cashel, smiling. "Perhaps not this week, sir, or the next," rejoined the self-sufficient jeweller; "but, of course, that time will come. Two thousand pounds for such a suite is positively getting them a present, to break them up and reset them." " How shocking ! " cried Mis Kennyfeck. "Yes, madam ; but what is to be done? they only suit large fortunes in their present form ; these unfortunately, are very rare with us." "A quarter past three ! " exclaimed Cashel ; "we shall be too late." " And the diamonds, sir ? " said Leonard, following hita down stairs. " Do you think them so handsome ? " said Cashel to Olivia, as she walked at his side. " Oh, they are most beautiful," replied she, with a bash- ful falling of her eyelids. " I'll take them also," whispered Cashel to Leonard, who, for perhaps the only time for years past, accompanied the party, bare-headed, to their carriage, and continued bowing till they drove away. " Dycer's," said Mrs. Kennyfeck; "and as fast as you can." A. DEIVE WITH THE LADIES. 115 "With all their speed they came too late. The beautiful equipage had been already disposed of, and was driving from the gate as they drew up. " How provoking ! — how terribly provoking ! " ex- claimed Mrs. Kennyfeck. " I declare, I think them handsomer than ever," said Miss Kennyfeck, as she surveyed the two well-matched and highly-bred ponies. " Who bought them ? " asked Mrs. Kennyfeck. " I am the fortunate individual, or rather the unhappy one, who excites such v,^arm regrets," said Mr. Linton, as he lounged on the door of the carriage. " I would I were Rothschild, or his son, or his godson, to beg your accept- ance of them." " What did you give for them, Mr. Linton ? " asked Mrs. Kennyfeck. " How unfair to ask ; and you, too, who understand these things so vv'ell." " I want to purchase them," said she, laughing ; " that was my reason." " To you, then, the price is what I have just paid — a hundred and fifty." "How cheap!" " Absolutely for nothing. I bought them on no other account. I really do not want such an equipage." " To be serious, then," resumed Mrs. Kennyfeck, " wo came here with Mr. Cashel to purchase them, and just arrived a few minutes too late." " Quite early enough to allow of my being able to render you a slight service ; without, however, the satisfaction of its having demanded any effort from me. Will you pre- sent me to Mr. Cashel ? " The gentlemen bowed and smiled, and Linton resumed. " If you care for the ponies, Mr. Cashel, I am delighted to say they are at your service. I really bought them, as I sa}-, because they were going for nothing." Cashel did not know how to return the gene- rosity, but accepted the offer, trusting that time would open an occasion to repay the favour. " Shall I send them home to you, or will you drive them I''" "Will you venture to accompany me?" said Cashel, turning to Olivia Kennyfeck ; who, seeing at once the im- I 2 116 ROLAND CASHEL. propriety of a proposal, -which Roland's ignorance of the world alone could have committed, was silent and con- fused. " Are you afraid, my dear?" inquired Mrs. Kennyfeck, to show that all otlicr objections might be waived. " Oh no, mamma, if you are not." " The ponies are perfectly quiet," said Linton. " I'm certain nothing will happen," said Miss Kenny- feck, with a most significant glance at her sister. " Take care of her, Mr, Cashel," said the mamma, as Roland handed the blushing girl to her place. "I have never trusted her in any one's charge before, and if I had not such implicit confidence " Before the sentence was finished, the ponies sprang forward in a trot, the equipage in a moment fled and disappeared from view. " A tine young fellow he seems to be," said Linton, as he raised his hat in adieu ; " and so frank, too ! " There was a something in his smile that looked too intelligent, but Mrs Kennyfeck affected not to notice it, as she said " Good-bye." CHAPTER XIL THE GREAT KENKYFECK DINNER. *' There were lords and ladies — I saw myself— A duke with bis Garter, a knight with his Guelph* ' Orders ' — as bright as the eye could see, The 'Golden Fleece,' and the 'Saint Esprit;' Black Eagles, and Lions, and even a Lamb, Such an add-looking thing — from the great ' Niiamj' Shamrocks and Thistles there were in a beap, And the Legion of Honour from * Louis Philippe,' So I asked myself — Does it not seem queer, What can biiug this goodly company here ?" Mrs. Thorpe's Fete at Twickenham. Although Mrs. Kennyfeck's company were invited for seven o'clock, it was already something moi'e than half- past ere the first guest made his appearance, and he found himself alone in the drawing-room ; Mrs. Kenny, feck, who was a very shrewd observer of everything ia THE GREAT KENNI'FECK DINNER. 117 liigh life, having reraerabered, that it twice occurred to herself and Mr. K. to have arrived the first at the Secre- tary's " Lodge," in the Park, and that the noble hostess did not descend till at least some two or three others had joined them. The " first man" to a dinner is the next most miserable thing to the " last man" at leaving it. The cold air of solitude, the awkwardness of seemingf too easfer to be punctual, the certainty, almost inevitable, that the next person who arrives is perfectly odious to you, and that you will have to sustain a tete-a-tete with the man of all others you dislike, all these are the agreeables of the first man : but he who now had to sustain them was, happily, indifferent to their tortures. He was an old, very deaf gentleman, who had figured at the dinner-tables of the capital for half a century, on no one plea that any one could discover, save that he was a " Right Honourable." The privilege of sitting at the Council had conferred the far pleasanter one of assisting at dinners, and his political career, if not very ambitious, had been, what few men can say, unruffled. He seated himself, then, in a very well-cushioned chair, and with that easy smile of benevolent meaning which certain deaf people assume as a counterpoise for the want of colloquial gifts, prepared to be, or at least to look, a very agi-eeable old gentleman to the next arrival. A full quarter of an hour passed over, without anything to break the decorous stillness of the house; when suddenly the door was thrown wide, and the butler announced Sir Harvey Upton and Captain Jennings. These were two hussar officers, who entered with that admirable accom- paniment of clinking sabres, sabretaches, and spurs, so essential to a cavalry appearance. " Early, by Jove !"' cried one, approaching the mirror over the chimney-piece, and arranging his moustaches, perfectly unmindlul of the presence of the Right Honour- able who sat near it. " They are growing worse and worse in this house, I think," cried the other. " The last time I dined here, WQ sat down at a quarter to nine." " It's all Linton's fault," drawled out the first speaker; " he told a story about Long Wullesley asking some ono 118 EOLAND CASHEL» for ' ten,' and apologising for an early dinner, as he had to speak in the House afterwards. Who is here? neat step- pers, those horses ! " " It is Kilgoff, and his new wife, — do you know her?" *' No; she's not one of those pale girls we used to ride with at Leamington?" There was no time for reply, when the names were an- nounced, " Lord and Lady Kilgoff! " and a very weakly looking old man, with a blue inside vest, and enormous diamond studs in his shirt, entered, supporting a very beautiful young woman, whose proud step, and glancing eye, were strange contrasts to his feeble and vacant expres- sion. The hussars exchanged significant but hasty glances, and fell back, while the others advanced up the room. " Our excellent hostess" said my lord, in a low, but distinct yoice, " will soon shame Wilton-crescent itself in late hours. I fancy it's nigh eight o'clock." " It's not their fault, poor things," said she, lying back in a chair and disposing her magnificent dress into the most becoming folds ; " people will come late do what one may." " They may do so, that's very true; but I would beg to observe, you need not wait for them." This was said with a smile towards the hussars, as though to imply — " There is no reason why you should not express an opinion, if it agree with mine." The baronet immediately bowed, and smiling, so as to show a very white range of teeth beneath his dark moustache, said ; " In part, I agree with your lordship ; but it requires the high hand of fashion to reform the abuse." Here a most insidious glance at her ladyship most effectually conveyed the point of his meaning. Just then, in all the majesty of crimson velvet, Mrs. Kennyfeck appeared, her comely person heaving under the accumulated spendour of lace, flowers, and jewellery. Her daughters, more simply, but still handsomely dressed, followed, Mr. Kennyfeck bringing up the rear, in very evident confusion at having toi^n his kid gloves, a mis- fortune which he was not clear should be buried in silence, or made the subject of public apology. Lady Kilgoff received Mrs. Kennyfeck's excuses for being late with a very quiet, gentle smile ; but my lord, less I THE GEEAT KENNYFECK DINNEE. 119 given to forgiveness, held his watch towards Mr. Kenny- feck, and said : " There's always an excuse for a man of business, sir, or this would be very reprehensible." For- tunately for all parties the company now poured in faster, every instant saw some two or three arrive : indeed, with such speed did they appear, it seemed as if they had all waited for a movement en masse : judges and generals, with nieces and daughters manifold, country gentlemen, clients, the elite of Dublin diners-out, the Whites, the Rigbys, with their ringletted gii'ls, the young member for Macturk, the Solicitor-General and Mrs, Knivett, and, at last, escorted by his staff' of curates and small vicars, came " the Dean " himself, conducting a very learned disserta- tion on the musical properties of the " Chiokgankazoo," a three-stringed instrument of an African tribe, and which he professed to think "admirably adapted for country congregations too poor to buy an organ ! Any one could play it, Softly could play it, Mrs. Keunyfeck could " "How do you do, Mr. Dean?" said that lady, in her sweetest of voices. The Dean accepted the offered hand, but, without at- tending to the salutation, went on with a very curious argument respecting the vocal chords in the human throat, which he promised to demonstrate on any thin lady in the company. The Chief Secretary's fortunate arrival, however, rescued the devoted fair one from the Dean's scientific ardour, for Mr. Meek was a great personage in the chief circles of Dublin. Any ordinary manner, in comparison with Mr. Downie Meek's, would be as linsey-wolsey to tlu'ee-pile velvet ! There was a yielding softness, a delicious com- pliance about him, which won him the world's esteem, and pointed him out to the Cabinet as the very man to be " Secretary for Ireland." Conciliation would be a weak word to express the stiave but winning gentleness of his official dealings. The most frank of men, he was un- bounded in professions, and if so elegant a person could have taken a hint from so humble a source, we should say, that he had made his zoological studies available and imitated the cuttle-fish, since when close penned by an enemy he could always escape, by muddying the water. In this great dialectic of the Castlereagh school ho was 120 ROLAND CASEEL. perfect, and could become totally unintelUgiblo at tho shortest notice. Al'ler a few almost whispered words to his hostcRs, 'Mr. !^[eek humbly requested to ha presented to Mr. Cashel. lioland, who was then standing beside Miss Kenny feck, and listening to a rather amusing catalogue of the guests, advanced to make the Secretary's acquaintance. Mr. Downie Meek's approaches were perfect, and in the few words he spoke, most favourably impressed Cashel with his unpretentious, unaflected demeanour. " Ai'e we waiting for any one, Mr. Kcnnyfeck ?" said his spouse, with a delicious simplicity of voice. " Oh, certainly ! " exclaimed her less accomplished husband, " Sir Andrew and Lady Janet MacFarline, and Lord Charles Frobisher, have not arrived." "It appears to vie" — a favourite expression of his lordship, with a strong emphasis on tlie pronoun — " it appears to we," said Lord Kilgoff, "that Sir Andrew !^lacFarliue waits for the tattoo at the Royal Barrack to dress for dinner ; " and he added, somewhat lower, " I made a vow, which I regret to have broken to-day, never to dine wherever he is invited.'' " Here they come ! here they come at last," cried out several voices together, as the heavy tread of carriage- horses was heard advancing, and the loud summons of the footman resounded through the square. Sir Andrew and Lady Janet MacFarline were announcd in Mr. Pearse's most impressive manner; and then, alter a slight pause, as if to enable the company to recover themselves from the shock of such august names, Lord Charles Frobisher and Captain Foster. Sir Andrew was a tall, raw-boned, high-cheeked old man, with a wdiite head, red nose, and a very Scotch accent, whose manners, after forty years' training, still spoke of the time that he carried a halbert in the "Black Watch." Lady Janet was a little, grim-faced, grey-eyed old lady, with a hunch, who with amo.st inveterate peevish- ness of voice, and a most decided tendency to make people unhappy, was the terror of the garrison. "We hae na kept ye waitin, Mrs. Kannyfack, I humbly hope? " said Sir Andrew. "A good forty minutes, Sir Andrew," broke in THE GREAT KEKNYFECK DINNER. 121 Lord KilgofF, showing liis watch ; " but you are always the last." '' He wavS not recorded as such in the official despatch from ' Maida,' my lord," said Lady Janet, fiercely ; " but with some people there is more virtue in being early at dinner than first up the breach in an assault ! " " The siege will always keep hot, my lady," interposed a very well-whiskered gentleman in a blue coat and two inside waistcoats, " the soup will not." " Ah ! Mr. Linton," said she, holding out two fingers, " Why weren't you at our pic-nic ? " Then she added, lower : " Give me your arm in to dinner. I can't bear that tiresome old man," Linton bowed and seemed delighted, while a scarcely perceptible motion of the brows conveyed an apology to Miss Kennyfeck. Dinner was at length announced, and after a little of what Sir Andrew called " clubbing the battalions" they descended in a long procession. Cashel, after vaiidy essay- ing to secure either of the Kennyfeck girls as his com- panion, being obliged to pair oS" with Mrs. White, the lady who always declined, but never failed to come. It is a singular fact in the physiology of Amphytrionism, that second-class people can always succeed in a " great dinner," though they fail egregiously in all attempts at a small party. We reserve the reason for another time, to record the fact that Mrs. Kennyfeck's table was both costly and splendid : the soups were admirable, the Madeira perfect in flavour, the pates as hot, and the champagne as cold, the fish as fresh, and the venison as long kept, the rnrry as hi;:h seasoned, and the pine-apple ice as delicately simple, as the most refined taste could demand. The material enjoyments were provided with elegance and aljundance, and the guests — the little chagrin of the long waiting ovei" — all disposed to be chatty and agreeable. Like a tide first breaking on a low strand, in small and tiny ripples, then gradually coming bolder in, with courage n.ore assured, and greater force, the conversation of a dinner usually runs ; till at last at the high flood the great waves tumble madly one upon another, and the wild chorus of the clashing water wakes up " the spirit of the storm." Even without the aid of the " Physiologie du Gout," 1-22 ROLAND CASIIEL. people will talk of eating while they eat, and so the chit- chat was cuisine in all its moods and tenses, each bring- ing to the common stock some new device in cookery, and some anecdotes of his travelled experience in " gourman- dise," and while Mr. Linton and Lord Charles celebrated the skill of the " Cadran," or the " Schwan " at Vienna, the " dean" was critically explaining to poor Mrs. Konnyfeck that Homer's heroes had probably the most perfect rdfi that ever was served, the juices of the meat being preserved in such large masses. " Soles, with a ' gratiu' of fine gingerbread, I saw at Metternich's," said Mr. Linton, " and they were excel- lent." " I like old Jules Perregaux's idea better, what he calls his coteleites a la jinancierer " What are they ? I never tasted them." "Very good mutton cutlets en pojjillotte, the envelopes being billets de banque of a thousand francs each." " Is it permitted to help one's self twice, my lord ?" "I called for the dish again, but found it had been too successful. De Brigues did a neat thing that way, in a little supper he gave to the artistes of the Opera-Comiquo ; the jellies were all served with rings in them — turquoise, diamond, emerald, pearl, and so on — so that the fair guests had all the excitement of a lottery as the plat came round to them." " The kick-shaws required something o' that kind to make them endurable," said Sir Andrew, grufHy ; " gie me a haggis, or a cockie-leekie." " What is that ?" said Miss Kennyfeck, who saw with a sharp malice how angrily Lady Janet looked at the notion of the coming explanation. " I'll tell ye wi' pleasure, Miss Kannyfack, hoo to mak' a cockie-leekie !" " Cockie-leekie, und^ derivatar cockie-leekie?" cried the dean, who, having taken a breathing canter through Homer and Horace, was quite ready for the moderns. "What, sir ?" asked Sir Andrew, not understanding the question. " I say, what's the derivation of your cockie-leekie — the etymology of the phrase ?" " I dinna ken, and I dinna cai'e. It's mair needfu' that THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNER. 123 one kens hoo to mak' it, tlian to speer wha gave it the name of cockie-leekie." "ilore properly pronounced, coq^ a Uclier,'''' said the inex- orable dean. " The dish is a French one." " Did ever any one hear the like ?" exclaimed Sir An- drew, utterly confounded by the assertion. " I confess, Sir Andrew," said Linton, " it's rather hard on Scotland. They say you stole all your ballad- music from Italy, and now they claim your cookery for France!" " The record," said the attorney-general, across the table, " was tried at Trim. Your lordships sat with the chief baron." " I remember perfectly ; we agreed that the King's Bench ruled right, and that the minor's claim was substantiated." Then turning to Mrs. Kennyfeck, who, out of politeness had affected to take interest in what she could not even iinderstand a syllable of, he entered into a very learned dissertation on " heritable property," and the great diffi- culties that lay in the way of defining its limits. Meanwhile " pipeclay," as is not unsuitably styled mess- table talk, passed among the military, with the usual quizzing about regimental oddities. Brownrigg's cob — Hanshaw's whiskers — Talbot's buggy — and Carey's inimi- table recipe for punch, the dean throwing in his negatives here and there, to show that nothing was " too hot or too heavy " for his intellectual fingers. " Bad law ! Mr. Chief Justice," said he, in an authori- tative tone. " Doves in a cot, and coneys in a warren, go to the heir. With respect to deer " "Oh dear, how tiresome!" whispered Mrs. Whito to Cashel, who most heartily assented to the exclamation. "What's the name o' that beastie, young gentleman ?" said Sir Andrew, who overheard Cashel recounting some circumstances of Mexican life. " The chiguire — the wild hog of the Caraccas," said Cashel. " They are a harmless sort of animal, and lead somewhat an unhappy life of it ; for when they escape the crocodile in the river, they are certain to fall into the jaws of the jaguar on land." " Pretty much like a member o' the Scotch Kirk in Ireland, ' said Sir Andrew, " wi' Episcopaalians on the 124 ROLAND CASHEL, lac liaun, and Papislies on the titlier, Ai'e tliae croatui*e3 giule to eat, siv r '' " The flesh is excellent," broke in the dean. " They are the Cavia-C(q)i/hara of Liunceus, and far superior to our European swine." " I only know," said Cashel, abruptly, " that loe never eat them, except when nothing else was to be had. They are rancid and fishy." "A mere prejudice, sir," responded the dean. "If 3^ou taste the chiguire, to use the vulgar name, and let him lie in steep in a white-wine vinegar, en marinade, as the French say " " "Where are you to find the white-wine vinegar in the Savannahs ?" said Cashel. " You forget, sir, that we are speaking of a country where a fowl roasted in its own feathers is a delicacy." " Oh, how very singular ! Do you mean that you eat it, feathers and all ?" said Mrs. White. "No, madam. It's a prairie dish, which, I assure you, after all, is not to be despised. The plat is made this way. You take a fowl — the wild turkey, when lucky enouo-h to find one — and cover him all over with soft red clay : the river clay is the best. You envelop him com- pletely ; in fact, you make a great ball, somewhat the size of a man's head. This done, you light a fire, and bake the mass. It requires, probably, five or six hours to make the clay perfectly hard and dry. When it cracks, tlie dish is done. You then break open the shell, to the outside of which the feathers adhere, and the fowl, deliciously roasted, stands before you." " How very excellent^ — le poulet braise of the French, exactly," said Lord Kilgoflf. " How cruel ! " " How droll !" " How very shocking ! " resounded through the table ; the dean the only one silent, for it was a theme on which, most singular to say, he could neither record a denial nor a correction. " I vote for a pic-nic," cried Mrs. White, " and Mr. Cashel shall cook us his dinde a la 3Iexicaine.^' "An excellent thought," said several of the younger part of the company. " A very bad one, in ray notion," said Lord Kilgoff, who had no fancy for seeing her ladyship scaling clitfs, TEE GREAT KENNYFECK DINKER. 125 and descending steep paths, wlien his own frail limbs did not permit of accompanying her, " Pic-nics are about as vulgar a pastime as one can imagine. Your dinner is ever a failure ; your wine detestable ; your table equipage arrives smashed or topsy-turvy " " C/'??^e topsy-turvy ?■ — luule topsy-turvy, Softly?" said the dean, turning fiercely on the curate. " Whence topsy- turvy ? Do you give it up ? Do you, Mi\ Attorney ? Do you, my lord ? do you give it up, eh ? I thought so ! Topsj'-turvy, quasi, top side t'other way." " It's vera ingenious," said Sir Andrew ; " but I maTUi say I see no neecessity to be always looking back to whare a word gat his birth, parentage, or eddication." " It suggests unpleasant associations," said Lord KilgoflP, looking maliciously towards Linton, who was playing too agreeable to her ladyship, " The etymology is the key to the true meaning. Sir, many of those expressions popu- larl}' termed bulls " " Oh, apropos of bulls," said Mr. Meek, in his sweetest accent, " did you hear of a very singular outrage com- mitted yesterday upon the Lord Lieutenant's beautiful Swiss bull?" "Did the dean pass an hour with him?" whispered Linton to Lady Janet, who hated the dignitary. '• It must have been done by mesmerism, I fancy," rejoined Mr. Meek. " The animal, a most fierce one, was discovered lying in his paddock, so perfectly fettered, head, horns, and feet, that he could not stir. There is every reason to connect the outrage with a political mean- ing, for in this morning's paper. The Green Isle, there is a letter from Mr. O'Bleather, with a most significant allusion to the occurrence. ' The time is not distant,' says he, 'when John Bull ' — mark the phi'ase — ' tied, fettered, and trammelled, shall lie prostrate at the feet of the once victim of his tyranny.'" " The sedition is most completely proven by the signifi- cance of the act," cried out the chief justice. " We have, consequently, offered a reward for the dis- covery of the perpetrators of this insolent offence, alike a crime against property, as an act subversive of the respect- ful feeling due to the representative of the sovereign." "What is the amount oCfercd?" said Cashel. 126 ROLAND OASHEL. " One hundred pounds, for such information as may lead to the conviction of the pei'son or persons transgressing," replied the attorney -general. " I feel it would be very unfair to suffer the Government to proceed in an error as to the affixir in question ; so that I shall claim the reward, and deliver up the offender," replied Cashel, smiling. " Who can it be ?" cried Mr. Meek, in astonishment. " Myself, sir," said Cashel. " If you should proceed by indictment, as you speak of, I hope the Misses Kennyfeck may not have to figure as ' aiding and abetting,' for they were present when I lassoed the animal." " Lassoed the Swiss bull !" exclaimed several together. " ISTothing more simple," said the dean, holding up his napkin over Mrs. Kennyfeck's head, to the manifest terror of that lady for her yellow turban. " You take the loop of a long light rope, and, measuring the distance with your eye, you make the cast, in this manner " " Oh dear ! oh, Mr. Dean ; my bird-of-paradise plume ! " "When you represent a bull, ma'am, you should not have feathers," rejoined the implacable dean, with a very rough endeavour to restore the broken plume. " Plad you held your head lower down, in the attitude of a bull's attack, I should have lassoed you at once, and without difficulty." " Lasso is part of the verb * to weary,' ' to fatigue,' ' to ennuyer,^ in fact," said Mr. Linton, with an admirablj^- put-on simplicity ; and a very general smile ran through the company. "When did you see Gosford?" said Meek, addressing one of the hussar olBcers, eager to relieve the momentary embarrassment. " ISTot for sis months ; he's in Paris now." " Does he mention me in his letter to you ?" " He does," said the other, but with an evident con- straint, and a side-look as he ended. " Yes, faith, he forgets nane of us," said Sir Andrew, with a grin. " He asks after Kannyfack — ould sax-and- eightpence, he ca's you — and says he wished you were at Paris, to gie him a dinner at the — what d'ye ca' it ? — the Roshy de something. I see he has a word for ye, my Lord Kilgoff. He wants to know whether my leddie THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNEE. 127 is like to gie ye an heir to the ancieut house o' Kilgofi, in whilk case he'll no be so fond of playing ecarte wi' George Lushington, wha has naething to pay wi' except post-obits on yer lordship — he, he, he! Ay, and Charlie, my man," continued he, turning to the aide-de-camp, Lord Charles Frobisher, " he asks if ye hauld four by honours as often as ye used formerly ; he says there's a fellow at Paris ye couldn't hold a candle to — he never deals the adversary a card higher than the nine." The whole company, probably in relief to the evident dismay created by the allusion to Lord KilgofF, laughed heartily at this sally, and none more than the good- looking fellow the object of it. "But -what of Meek, sir? — what does he say of Downie?" " He says vera little about Mister Meek, ava ; he only inquires what changes we have in the poleetical world, and where is that d — d humbug, Downie Meek?" Another and a heartier laugh now ran through the room, in which Mr. Downie Meek cast the most imploring looks ai-ound him. "Well," cried he, at last, "that's not fair; it is really not fair of Gosford. I appeal to this excellent company if I deserve the title." A chorus of negatives went the round, with most energetic assurances of dissenting from the censure of the letter. " Come now, Sir Andrew," said Meek, who, for once, losing his balance, would not even omit him in the num- ber of approving voices — " come now, Sir Andrew, I ask you frankly — am I a humbug?" " I canna tell," said the cautious old general, with a sly shake of the head ; " I can only say, sir, be ma saul, ye never humbugged «;e/" This time the laugh was sincere, and actually shook the table. Mrs. Kennyfeck, who now saw that Sir Andrew, to use the phrase employed by his acquaintances, " was up," determined to witlidraw, and made her telegraj>liic signals, which soon were answered along the line, save by Lady Janet, who stubbornly adhered to her glass of claret, with some faint liope that the lagging decanter might arrive in her neighbourhood time enough for another 128 EOLAND CASHEL, Poor Mrs. Kcnnyfeck's devices to catch her eye were all in vain ; as well miglit some bore of the " House " hope for tlie Speaker's when lie was fixedly exchanging glances with " Sir Robert." She ogled and smiled, but to no purpose. " My leddy — Leddy Janet," said Sir Andrew. " I hear you, sir ; I heard you twice already. If you please, my lord, a vei'y little — Mr. Linton, I beg for tho water. I believe, Sir Andrew, you have forgotten Mr. Gosford's kind remembrances to the dean." " Faith, and so I did, my leddy. He asks after ye, Mr. Dean, wi' muckle kindness and affection, and says he never had a hearty laugh syne the day ye tried to teach Lady Caroline Jedyard to catch a sheep ! " The dean looked stern, and Linton asked for the secret. " It was by handing the beast atvveen yer knees, and so when the dean pit himself i' the proper position, wi' his legs out, and the shepherd drove the Hock towards him, by sair ill-luck it was a ram cam first, and he hoisted his reverence up i' the air, and then laid him flat on his back, amaist dead. Ech, sirs ! but it was a sair fa', no' to speak o' the damage done to his black breeches !" This was too much for Lady Janet's endurance, and, amid the loud laughter of some, and the more difficultly suppressed mirth of others, the ladies arose. "Yer na going, leddies ! I hope that naething I said ■ — Leddy Kilgofl' Leddy Janet, ech. We man e'en console ourselves wi' the claret." This was said soito, as the door closed and the party reseated themselves at the table. " My Jo Janet does like to bide a wee," muttered he, half aloud. " Jo ! " cried the dean, " is derived from the Italian ; it's a term of endeai'ment in both languages. It's a cor- ruption of Gioia mia. " AVhat may that mean ? " "My joy! my life!" " Eh, that's it, is it ? Ah, sir, these derivatives gat mony a twist and turn in the way from one land to the tither ! " And with this profound bit of moralising, ho sipped his glass in reverie. The conversation now became more genei'al, fewer personalities arose, and as the dean, after a few efforts to THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNER. 129 correct sfcatemcnts respecting the " pedigrees of race- horses," "the odds at hazard," "the soundings upon the coral reefs," "the best harpoons for the sulphur-bottomed whales," only made new failures, he sulked and sat silent, pei'mitting talk to take its course uninterrupted. The hussar baronet paid marked attention to Cashel, and invited him to the mess for the day following. Lord Charles overheard the invitation, and said, " I'll join the party ; " while Mr. Meek, leaning over the table, in a low whisper begged Cashel to preserve the whole bull adven- ture a secret, as the press was really a most malevolent thing in Ireland ! During the while the Chief Justice slept profoundly, only waking as the bottle came before him, and then dropping off again. The Attorney-General, an over- worked man of business, spoke little and guardedly, so that the conversation, principally left to the younger members of the party, ranged over the accustomed topics of hunting, shooting, and deer-stalking, varied by allusion, on Cashel's part, to sports of far higher, because more dangerous, excitement. In the pleasant flurry of being attentively listened to — a new sensation for Roland — he arose and ascended to the drawing-room, where already a numerous party of re- freshers had arrived. Here again Cashel discovered that he was a person of notoriety ; and as, notwithstanding all Mr. Downie Meck's precaution, the "lasso" story had got abroad, the most wonderful versions of the incident were repeated on every side. " How did you say he effected it, Mr. Linton ? " said the old deaf Countess of Dumdrum, making an ear- tiumpct of her hand. " By doing what Mr. Meek won't do with the Catholics, my lady, taking the bull by the horns." " Don't you think ho found conciliation of service besides ? " suggested Mr. Meek, with an angelic simplicity. " Isn't he handsome I how graceful! So like a Corsair — one of Byron's heroes. I'm dying to know him. Dear nic, how those Kcnnyfeck girls eat him up. Olivia never takes her eyes off him. He looks so bored, poor fellow ! he's longing to be let alone." Such were the muttered comments on the new object of Dublin curiosity, who VOL. r. K 130 ROLAND CASHEL. himself was very far from, suspecting that his personal distinction had less shai'e in his popularity than his rent- roll and his parchments. As we are more desirous of recording the impression he himself created, than of tracing how others appeared to him, we shall make a noiseless turn of the salons, and, spy- fashion, listen behind the chairs, " So you don't think him even good-looking, Lady Kilgoff? " saidMr. Linton, as he stood half behind her seat. " Certainly not more than good-looking, and not so much as nice-looking — very awkward, and ill at ease he j seems.' ; " That will wear off, when he has the good taste to give j up talking to young ladies, and devote himself to the ! married ones." " Enchantii:!g, positively enchanting, my dear, " ex- claimed Mrs. Leicester White to a young friend beside her. " That description of the forest, over which the lianas formed an actual roof, the golden fruit hanging a hundred feet above the head, was the most gorgeous picture I ever beheld." " I wish you could persuade him," lisped a young lady with large blue eyes, and a profusion of yellow hair in ringlets, " to write that little story of the Zambo for Lady Blumter's Annual." " I say, Charlie," whispered the baronet to the aide-de- camp, " but he's wide-awake, that Master Cashel ; he's a very shrewd fellow, you'll see." " Do you mean to couch his eyes, Tom ? " said Lord Charles, with his usual slow, lazy intonation ; " what does he say about the races — will he come?" " Oh, he can't promise ; old Kennyfeck has a hold upon him just now about law business." " You will impress upon him, my dear Mr. Kennyfeck," said Mr. Meek, who held the lappet of the other's coat, " that there are positively — so to say — but two parties in the country — the Gentleman and the Jacobin. Whig and Tory, orange and green, have had their day ; and the question is now between those who have something to lose, and those who have everything to gain." " I really could wish that you, who are so far better qualified than I am to explain " THE GEEAT KENNYFECK DINNER. 131 " So I will — I intend, my clear sir. Now, wlien can you dine with me ? You must come this week, next I shall be obliged to be in London. Shall we say Wednes- day ? Wednesday be it. Above all, take care that he doesn't even meet any of that dangerous faction — those Morgans. They are the very people to try a game of ascendency over a young man of great prospects and large fortune. 0' Growl wants a few men of standing to give an air of substance and respectability to the movement. Lord Withertou will be most kind to your young friend, but you must press upon him the necessity of being pre- sented at once. We want to make him a D.L., and if ho enters Parliament, to give him the lieutenancy of the county." While all these various criticisms were circulating, aad amid an atmosphere, as it were, impregnated by plots and schemes of every kind, Cashel stood a very amused spec- tator of a scene wherein he never knew he was the chief actor. It would indeed have seemed incredible to him that ke could, by any change of fortune, become au object • of interested speculation to lords, ladies, members of the Government, Church dignitaries, and others. He was unaware tliat the man of fortune, with a hand to offer, a considerable share of the influence property always gives, livings to bestow, and money to lose, may be a very legiti- mate mark for the enterprising schemes of mammas and ministers, suggesting hopes alike to black-coats and black-lo2:s. Perliaps, among tlie pleasant bits of credulity which we enjoy through life, there is none sweeter than that implicit faith we repose in the cordial expressions and flattering opinions bestowed upon us, when starting in tho race, by many who merel^s in the jockey phrase, " stand- ing to win " upon us, have their own, and not our interest before them in the encouragement thejr bestow. The discovery of the cheat is soon made, and we ai'o too prone to revenge our own over-confidence by a general distrust, from which, again, experience, later on, rallies us. So that a young man's course is usually from over- simplicity to over-shrewdness, and then again to that negligent half-faith which either, according to the calibre of the wearer, conceals deep knowledge of life, or hides a K 2 132 EOLAND CASHEL. mistaken notion of it. Let us return to Cashel, who now stood at the table, around which a considerable number of the party were grouped, examining a number of drawings, which Mr. Pepystell, the fashionable architect, had that day sent for Roland's inspection — houses, villas, castles, cottages, abbeys, shooting-boxes, gate- lodges, Tudor and Saxon, Norman and Saracenic — every- thing that the morbid imagination of architecture run mad could devise and amalgamate between the chaste elegance of the Greek and the tinkling absurdity of the Chinese. " 1 do so love a cottage ornee," said Mrs. "White, taking np a very beautiful representation of one, where rose- coloured curtains, and a group on a grass-plot, with gay dresses and parasols, entered into the composite architec- ture. " To my fancy, that would be a very paradise." "Oh, mamma! isn't that so like dear old Kilgoran ! " said a tall, thin young lady, handing an abbey, as large as Westminster, to another in widow's black. " Oh, Maria ! 1 wonder at your showing me what must bring up such sad memories ! " said the mamma, affectedly, while she pressed her handkerchief to her eyes. " If she means her father's house," said Lady Janet to Linton, " it's about as like a like as — Lord KilgofF to the Farnese Hercules ; or his wife to any other lady in the peerage." " You remember Kilgoran, my lord," said the lady in black to the Chief Justice ; " does that remind you of it?" *' Very like — very like, indeed, madam," said the old judge, looking at a rock-work grotto in a fish-pond. "What's this?" cried another, taking up a great Saxon fortress, with bastions, and gate-towers, and cur- tains, as gloom)' and sombre as Indian-ink could make it. " As a residence, I think that is far too solemn- looking and sad." " What did you say it was, sir ?" asked the judge. " The elevation for the new gaol at Naas, my lord," replied Linton, gravely. " I'm very glad to hear it. We have been sadly crip- pled for room there latterly." THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNER. 133 •' Do you approve of the Panopticon plan, my lord ?" said Mrs. White, who never omitted a question when a hard word coukl be introduced. " It is, madam — you are perfectly correct," said the obsequious old judge — " very much the same kind of tliink as the Pantechnicon." " Talking of Panopticon, where's KilgofF ? " whispered Linton to one of the hussars. " Don't you see him yonder, behind the harp ? How that poor woman must be bored by such espiomiage f^ " If you mean to build a house, sir," said Lady Janet, addressing Cashel, with a tone of authority, " don't, 1 entreat of you, adopt any of these absurd outrages upon taste and convenience, but have a good square stone edifice.'* " Four, or even five stories high," broke in Linton, gravely. "Four quite enough," resumed she, "with a roomy hall, and all the reception-rooms leading off it. Let your bedrooms " " Be numex'ous enough, at all events," said Linton again. Of course ; and so arranged that you can devote one story to families exclusively." " Yes ; the ff argons should have their dens as remote as possible from the quieter regions." " Have a mass of small sitting-rooms beside the larger salons. In a country-house there's nothing like letting people form their own little coteries." " Wouldn't you have a theatre?" asked Mrs. White. " There might be, if the circumstances admitted. But with a billiard-room and a ball-room- ■" " And a snug crib for smoking," whispered one of the military. " I don't see any better style of house," said Linton, gravL'ly, "than those great hotels one finds on the Rhine, and in Germany generally : they have ample accommoda- tion, and are so divided that you can have your own suite of rooms to yourself." "MutliL-ws used to keep house after that fashion," said Lord KilgoiF, approaching the table. " Every one ordered his own dinner, and eat it either in his own apartment or J34 POLAND CAf.nEI in the dining-room. You -were invited for four days, never more." " That was a great error; except in that particular, I should recommend the plan to Mr. Roland Cashel's con- sideration." "I never heard of it before," said Cashel; " pray enlighten me on the subject." "A very respectable country gentleman, sir," said Lord KilgofF, "who had the whim to see his company without paying what he deemed the heaviest penalty — the fatigue of playing host. He therefore invited his friends to come and do what they pleased — eat, drink, drive, ride, play — exactly as they fancied ; only never to notice him other- wise than as one of the guests " " I like his notion prodigiously," cried Cashel ; " I should be delighted to imitate him." " Nothing easier, sir," said my lord, " with Mr. Linton for your prime minister ; the administration is perfectly practicable." " Might I venture on such a liberty ?" " Too happy to be president of your council," said Linton, gaily. A very entreating kind of look from Olivia Kennyfeck here met Cashel's eyes, and he remarked that she left the place beside the table and walked into the other room ; he himself, although dying to follow her, had no alterna- tive but to remain and continue the conversation. " The first point, then," resumed Linton, "is the house. In what state is your present mansion?" "A ruin, I believe," said Cashel. " How picturesque ! " exclaimed Mrs. Leicester White. "I fane}^ not, madam," rejoined Cashel. '* I understand it is about the least prepossessing bit of stone and mortar the country can exhibit." "No matter, let us see it; we'll improvise something, and get it ready for the Christmas holidays," said Linton. " We have — let us see — we have about two months for our preparation, and, therefore, no time to lose. We must premise to the honoui-able company that our accom- modation is of the simplest ; ' roughing ' shall be the order of the day. Ladies are not to look for Lyons silk ottomans in their dressing-rooms, nor shall we promise THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNER. 135 that our conservatory furuisli a fresh bouquet for each fair guest at breakfast." " Two months are four centuries ! " said Mrs. White ; "we shall accept of no apologies for any shortcomings, after such an age of time to prepare." " You can have your fish from Limerick every day," said an old bluff-looking gentleman in a brown wig. " There's a capital fellow, called Tom Cox, by the way, somewhere down in that country, who used to paint our scenes for the garrison theatricals. Could you make him out, he'd be so useful," said one of the military. " By all means get up some hurdle-racing," cried another. Meanwhile, Eoland Cashel approached Olivia Kenny- feck, who was affecting to seek for some piece of music on the pianoforte. "Why do you look so sad?" said he, in a low tone, and seeming to assist her in the search. " Do I ?" said she, with the most graceful look of art- lessness. " I'm sure I didn't know it." " There again, what a deep sigh that was ; come, pray tell me, if I dare to know, what has grieved you ? " " Oh, nothing, nothing whatever. I'm sure I never felt in better spirits. Dear me ! Mr. Cashel, how terri- fied I am, there's that dreadful Lady Janet has seen us talking together. "Well, and what then ? " " Oh, ske is so mischievous, and says such horrid, spiteful things. It was she that said it " " Said what — what did she say ?" cried he, eagerly, " Oh, what have I done ?" exclaimed slie, covering her face with her hands. " Not for the world would I have said the words. Oh, Mr. Cashel, you, who are so gooc and so generous, do not ask me more." " I really comprehend nothing of all this," said Cashel, who now began to suspect that she had overheard some speech reflecting upon him, and had, without intending, revealed it; " at the same time, I must say, if I had the right, I should insist on knowing what you heard." " Perhaps he has the right," muttered she, half aloud, as if speaking unconsciously ; " I believe he has." " Yes, yes, be assured of it ; — what were the words ?" 136 ROLAND CASHEL. " Oh, I shall die of shame. I'll never be able to speak to you again ; but don't look angry, promise that you'll forget them, swear you'll never think of my having told them, and I'll try." j " Yes, anything, everything ; let me hear them." j *' Well," — here she hung her head till the long ringlets i fell straight from her fair forehead, and half concealed the j blushing cheek, which each moment grew redder — " I am ; so terrified, but j^ou'll forgive ii: — I know you will — well, | she said, looking towards you, ' I am not acquainted with j this young gentleman yet, but if I should have that i honour soon, I'll take the liberty to tell him that the i worthy father's zeal in his service is ill-requited by his stealing the affections of his youngest daughter. ' " Scarcely were the words uttered, when, as if the strength that sustained her up to that moment suddenly failed, she reeled back and sank fainting on a sofa. Happily for Cashel's character for propriety, a very general rush of ladies, old and young, to the spot, pre- vented him taking her in his arms and carrying her to the balcony for air ; but a universal demand for sal volatile, aromatic vinegar, open windows, and all the usual restora- tives, concealed his agitation, which really was extreme. " You are quite well now, dearest," said her mamma, bathing her temples, and so artistically, as to make her pale face seem even more beautiful in the slight dishevel- ment of her hair. " It was the heat." "Yes, mamma," muttered she, quite low. " Hem ! I thought so," whispered Lady Janet to a neighbour. " She was too warm." " I really wish that young ladies would reserve these scenes for fitting times and places. That open window has brought back my lumbago," said Lord Kilgoff. " The true treatment for syncope," broke in the dean, *' is not by stimulants. The want of blood on the brain is produced by mechanical causes, and you have merely to hold the person up by the legs " " Oh, Mr. Dean ! Oh, fie ! " cried twenty voices together. " The dean is only exemplifying his etymology on ' top side t'other way,' " cried Linton. "Lord Kilgoff's carriage stops the way," -said a servant. THE GREAT KENNYFECK DINNER, 137 And now, the first announcement given, a very general air of leave-taking pervaded the company. " Won't you have some more muffling ? — nothing round your throat ? — a little negus, my lord, before venturing into the night air."— " How early!"— "How late ! "— " What a pleasant evening ! " — " What a fine night ! " — " May I offer you my arm ? — mind that step — good-bye, good-bye — don't forget to-morrow.'' — " Your shawl is blue —that's Lady Janet's."—" Which is your hat ? "— " That's not mine. Thanks — don't take so much trouble." — " Not your carriage, it is the next but one — mind the draught." — A hundred good-nights, and they are gone ! So ends a dinnei'-party, and of all the company not a vestige is seen, save the blaze of the low-burned wax-lio-bts, the faded flowers, the deranged furniture, and the jaded looks of those, whose faces wreathed in smiles for six mortal hours, seek at last the hard-bought and well-earned indulgence of a hearty yawn ! CHAPTER XIIL TUBBER-BEG. **He was, the world said, a jovial fellow, Who ne'er was known at Fortune to repine ; Increasing years had rendered him more mellow, And age improved him — as it did his wiue." Sir Gavin Gwynne. The Shannon, after expanding into that noble sheet of water called Lough Derg, suddenly turns to the south- ward, and enters the valley of Killaloe, one of the most beautiful tracts of country which Ireland, so rich in river scenery, can boast. The transition from the wide lake, with its sombre background of grey mountain and rocky islands, bleak and bare, to the cultivated aspect of this favoured spot, is like that experienced in passing from beneath the gloom of lowering thunder-clouds into light and joyous sunshine. Rich waving woods of every tint 138 EOLAND OASHEL, and hue of foliage, with here and there some spreading lawns of deepest green, clothe the mountains on either side, while in bright eddies the rapid river glides in between, circling and winding as in playful wantonness, till in the far distance it is seen passing beneath the ancient bridge of Killaloe, whose cathedral towers stand out against the sky. On first emerging from the lake, the river takes an abrupt bend, round a rocky point, and then sweeping back again, in a bold curve, forms a little bay of deep and tranquil water, descending towards which the rich meadows are seen, dotted with groups of ancient forest trees, and backed by a dense skirting of timber. At one spot, where the steep declivity of the ground scarce affords footing for the tall ash-trees, stands a little cottage, at the extremity of which is an old square tower ; this is Tubber- beg. As you sail down the river you catch but one fleeting glance at the cottage, and when you look again it is gone! The projecting headlands, with the tall trees, have hidden it, and you almost fancy that you have not seen it. If you enter the little bay, however, and leaving the strong current, run into the deep water under shore, you arrive at a spot which your memory will retain for many a day after. In front of the cottage, and descending by a series of terraces, to which art has but little contributed, are a number of flower-plots, whose delicious odours float over the still water, while in every gorgeous hue are seen the camellia, the oleander, and the cactus, with the tulip, the ranunculus, and the carnation ; all flourishing in a luxuri- ance, which care, and the favoured aspect of this sheltered nook, combine to eflTect. Behind and around, on either side, the dark-leaved holly, the laurustinus, and the arbutus, are seen in all the profusion of leaf and blossom a mild, moist air secures, and forming a framework in which stands the cottage itself, its deep thatched eave, and porch of rustic-work trellised and festooned with creeping plants, almost blending its colour with the sur- rounding foliage. Through the open windows a peep within displays the handsomely disposed rooms, abound- ing in all the evidences of cultivated taste and refinement. TUBBER-BEG. 139 Books, in several of the modern languages, are scattered on the table, music, drawings of the surrounding scenery, in water-colour or pencil, all that can betoken minds care- fully trained and exercised, and by their very diversity showing in what a world of self-stored resources their possessors must live ; the easel, the embroidery-frame, the chess-board, the half-finished manuscript, the newly-copied music, the very sprig of fern which marks the page in the little volume on Botany, slight things in themselves, but revealing so much of daily life ! If the cottage be an almost ideal representation of rustic elegance and simplicity, its situation is still more remarkable for beauty, for while Art has developed all the resources of the ground, Nature, in her own boundless profusion, has assembled here almost every ingredient of the picturesque, and as if to impart a sense of life and motion to the stilly calm, a tumbling sheet of water gushes down between the rocks, and in bounding leaps descends towards the Shannon, of which it is a tributary. A narrow path, defended by a little railing of rustic- work, separates the end of the cottage from the deep gorge of the waterfall, but through the open window the eye can peer down into the boiling abyss of spray and foam beneath, and catch a glimpse of the bridge^ which, formed of a fallen ash-tree, spans the torrent. Traversed in every direction by paths, some galleried along the face, others cut in the substance of the rock, you can pass hours in rambling among these wild and leafy solitudes, now lost in shade, now emerging again, to see the great river gliding along, the white sails dotting its calm surface. Well did Mr, Kennyfeck observe to Roland Cashel, that it was the most beautiful feature of his whole demesne, and that its possession by another not only cut him oil' from the Shannon in its handsomest part, but actually deprived the place of all pretension to extent and grandeur. The spreading woods of Tubbermore were, as it seemed, the background to the cottage scene, and possessed no character to show that they were the pro- perty of the greater proprietor. The house itself' was not likely to vindicate the claim the locality denied. It was built with a total disregard 140 ROLAND CASHKL. to aspect or arcliitecture. It was a large four- storied edifice, to which, by way of taking off from the unpic- turesque height, two wings had been planned; one of these only was finished, the other, half-built, had been suffered to fall into ruin. At the back, a high brick wall enclosed a space intended for a garden, but never put into cultivation, and now a mere nursery of tall docks and thistles, whose gigantic size almost overtopped the wall. All the dirt and slovenliness of a cottier habitant — for the house was occupied by what is misnamed " a care-taker," were seen on every hand. One of the great rooms held the family ; its fellow, on the opposite side of the hall, contained a cow and two pigs ; cabbage-stalks and half- rotting potato-tops steamed their pestilential vapours beneath the windows ; while half-naked children added the discord, the only thing wanting to complete the sum of miserable, squalid discomfort, so sadly general among the peasantry. If one needed an illustration of the evils of absenteeism, a better could not be found than in the ruinous, damp, discoloured building, with its falling roof and broken windows. The wide and spreading lawn, thick grown with thistles ; the trees broken or barked by cattle : the gates that hung by a single hinge, or were broken up piecemeal for firing, all evidenced the sad state of neglect- ful indifference by which property is wrecked and a country ruined ! Nor was the figure then seated on the broken door-step an unfitting accompaniment to such a scene ; — a man somewhat past the middle period of life, whose ragged, tattered dress bespoke great poverty, his worn hat di-awn down over his eyes so as partly to conceal a countenance by no means prepossessing ; beside him lay a long, old-fashioned musket, the stock mended by some rude country hand. This was Tom Keane, the " care- taker," who, in all the indolent enjoyment of office, sat smoking his " dudeen," and calmly surveying the process by which a young heifer was cropping the yearling shoots of an ash-tree. Twice was his name called by a woman's voice from within the house before he took any notice of it. " Arrah, Tom, are ye asleep ? " said she, coming to the door, and showingf a fiofure whose Avrotchcdness was even TUBBER-BEa, 141 greater than Lis own ; while a certain delicacy of feature, an expression of a mild and pleasing character, still lingered on a face where want and privation had set many a mark. " Tom, alanah ! " said she, in a tone of coaxing softness, " sure it's time to go down to the post-office. Ye know how anxious the ould man is for a letter." " Ay, and he has rayson, too," said Tom, without stirring. " And Miss Mary herself was up here yesterday even- ing to bid you go early, and, if there was a letter, to bring it in all haste." " And what for need I make haste ? " said the man, sulkily. " Is it any matther to me whether he gets one or no ? Will / be richer or poorer ? Poorer ! " added he, with a savage laugh ; " be gorra ! that wud be hard, any- how. That's a comfort old Cori'igan hasn't. If they turn him out of the place, then he'll know what it is to be poor ! " " Oh, Tom, acushla ! don't say that, and he so good to us, and the young lady that was so kind when the childer had the measles, comin' twice — no, but three times a day, with everything she could think of." " Wasn't it to please herself? Who axed her? " said Torn, savagely. "Oh dear! oh dear!" sighed the woman. "Them's the hard words — * to please herself! ' " " Ay, just so ! When ye know them people as well as me, you'll say the same. That's what they like — to make themselves great among the poor ; giving a trifle here, and a penny there ; making gruel for this one, and tay for that ; marchin' in as if they owned the house, and turning np their noses at everything they see. ' Why don't you sweep before the door, Nancy ? ' — ' Has the pig any right to be eating there out of the kish with the childer ? ' — 'Ye ought to send that child to school'— and, 'What's your husband doing?' — that's the cry with them. ' What's your husband doing ? — Is he getting the wheat in, or is he at the potatoes ? ' Tear and ages ! '' cried he, with a wild energy, " what does any one of themselves do from morning till niglit, that they're to come spyin' after a poor man, to ax ' Is he workiu' like a naygur ? ' Ijut, 142 ROLAND OASHEL. we'll teach them something yet — a lesson they're long wanting. Listen to this." He took, as he spoke, a soiled and ragged newspaper from his pocket, and after seeking some minutes for the place, he read, in a broken voice : — " ' The days to come ' — ay, here it is — ' The days to come. — Let the poor man remember that there is a future before him, that, if ho have but courage and boldness, Avill pay for the past. Turn about's fair play, my lords and gentlemen ! You've had the pack in your own hands long enough, and dealt yourselves all the trumps. Now, give us the cards for a while. You say our fingers are dirty ; so they are, with work and toil, black and dirty ! but not as black as your own hearts. Hurrah ! for a new deal on a bran-new table ; Ireland the stakes, and the players her own stout sons ! ' Them's fine sintiments," said he, putting up the paper. — " Fine sintiments ! and the sooner we thry them the better. That's the real song," said he, reciting with energy, — "Oh ! the days to come, the days to come, When Erin shall have her own, boys ! When we'll pay the debts our fathers owed, And reap what they have sown, boys ! " He sprang to his feet as he concluded, shouldering his musket, strode out, as if in a marching step, and repeating to himself, as he went, the last line of the song. About half an hour's brisk walking brought him to a low wicket, which opened on the high road, a little distance from which stood the small village of Derraheeny, the post- town of the neighbourhood. The little crowd which usually assembled at the passing of the coach had already dispersed, when Tom Keane presented himself at the window, and asked, in a tone of voice subdued almost to softness, — " Have you anything for Mr. Corrigan this morning, ma am r " Yes ; there are two letters and a newspaper," replied a shai'p voice from within. " One-and-fourpence to pay." " She didn't give me any money, ma'am, but Miss Mary said ." " You can take them," interrupted the post mistress, r TUBBER-BEG, 143 hastily handing them out, and slamming the little window to at the same instant. " There's more of it !'* muttered Tom ; " and if it was for me the letters was, I might sell my cow before I'd get trust for the price of them ! " And Avith this reflection he plodded moodily homeward. Scarcely, however, had he entered the thick plantation, than he seated himself beneath a tree, and proceeded to take a careful and strict scrutiny of the two letters ; carefully spelling over each address, and poising them in his hands, as if the weight could assist his guesses as to the contents. " That's Mr, Kenny feck's big seal. I know it well," said he, gazing on the pretentious coat of arms which emblazoned the attorney's letter. " I can make nothing of the other at all, ' Cornelius Corrigan, Esq., Tubber-beg, Derraheeny' — sorra more ! " It was in vain that he held it open, lozenge fashion, to peep within — but one page only was written, and he could not see that. Kennyfeck's letter was enclosed in an envelope, so that here, too, he was balked, and at last was fain to slip the newspaper from its cover- — a last resource to learn something underhand ! The newspaper did not contain anything peculiarly inter- esting, save in a single paragraph, which announced the intention of Roland Cashel; Esq., of Tubbermore Castle, to contest the county at the approaching general election. " We are informed," said the writer, " on competent authority, that this gentleman intends to make the ances- tral seat his chief residence in future ; and that already preparations are making to render this princely mansion in every respect Avoi'thy of the vast fortune of its pro- prietor." " Faith, and the ' princely mansion ' requires a thing or two to make it all perfect," said Tom, with a sardonic laugh, while in a lower tone he muttered — " maybe, for all the time he'll stay there, it's not worth his while to spend the money on it." Having re-read the paragraph, he carefully replaced the paper in its cover and continued his way, not, however, towards his own home, but enter- ing a little woodland path that led direct towards the Shannon. After passing a short distance he came to a little low edge of beech and birch, through which a neat rustic gate led and opened upon a closely-shaven lawn. 144 KOLAND OASHEL. The neatly-gravelled walk, the flower-beds, the delicious perfume that was difliised on every side, the occasional peeps at the eddying river, and the cottage itself seen at intervals between the evergreens that studded the lawn, were wide contrasts to the ruinous desolation of the " Great House," and as if unwilling to feel their influence, Tom pulled his hat deeper over his brows, and never looked at either side as he advanced. The part of the cottage towards which he was approaching contained a long verandah, supported by pillars of rustic- work, within which, opening by three large windows, was the principal drawing-room. Here, now, at a small-writing table, sat a young girl, whose white dress admirably set off the grace- ful outline of her figure, seen Avithin the half-darkened room ; her featui'es were pale, but beautifully regular, and the masses of her hair, black as night, which she wore twisted on the back of the head, like a cameo, gave a character of classic elegance and simplicity to the whole. Without, and under the verandah, an old man, tall, and slightly bowed in the shoulders, walked slowly up and down. It needed not the careful nicety of his long queue, the spotless whiteness of his cambric shirt and vest, nor the perfection of his nicely-fitting nankeen pantaloons, to be- speak him a gentleman of the past day. There was a certain suave gentleness in his bland look, an air of easy courtesy in his every motion, a kind of well-bred mannerism in the very carriage of his gold-headed cane, that told of a time when the graces of depoi^tment were a study, and when our modern careless freedom had been deemed the very acme of rudeness. He was dictating, as was his wont each morning, some reminiscence of his early life, when he had served in the Body-Guard of Louis XVI., and where he had borne his part in the stormy scenes of that eventful era. The memory of that most benevolent monarch, the fascinations of that queen whom to serve was to idolize, had sufficed to soften the hardships of a life which, from year to year, pressed more heavily, and were at last, after many a struggle, impressing their lines upon a brow where age alone had never written grief. On the morning in question, instead of rapidly pouring forth his recollections, which usually came in groups, pressing one upon tbc other, he hesitated often, sometimes forgetting "where he was," in his narrative, and moie than once ceasing to speak altogether ; he walked in reverie, and seeming deeply preoccupied. His granddaughter had noticed this change, but cau- tiously abstaining from anything that might betray her consciousness, she sat, pen in hand, waiting, her lustrous eyes watching each gesture with an intensity of interest that amounted to actual suflering. "I fear, Mary," said he, with an effort to smile, "we must give it up for to-day. The present is too strong for the past, just as sorrow is always an overmatch for joy. "Watching for the post has routed all my^ thoughts, and I can think of nothing but what tidings may reach me from Dublin." " You have no fears, sir," said she, rising and drawing her arm within his, " that your application could be rejected ; you ask nothing unusual or unreasonable — a brief renewal of a lease where you have expended a fortune." " True, true, dear child. Let us, however, not look on the case with our eyes alone, but see it as others may. But here comes Tom. — Well, what nevrs, Tom ; are there letters ? " " Yes, sir, here's two ; there's one-and-fourpence to be paid." " Let me see them," cried the old man, impati-'ntly, as he snatched them, and hastily re-entered the house. "Is Cathleen better to-day ? " said the young lady, ad- dressing the peasant. " Yes, miss, glory be to God, she's betther. Thanks to yourself and Ilim. Oh, then, it's of yer beautiful face she does be dramin' every night. Says she, '' It's INIiss Mary, I think, is singing to me, when I hear the birds in my sleep.' " " Poor child, give her this little book for me, and sny I'll come up and see her this evening, if I can. ]\lrs. Moore will send her the broth ; I hope she'll soon be able to eat something. Good-by, Tom." A deep-drawn heavy sigh from within the coUngo 1 we made her abruptly concliulo thu interview and i.iisrt ii in, The door of her grandfather's little drcssing-rnoni \v;i^. however, locked and after a noiseless eilurt to turn ihc YOL. I. L 14G nOLANB CASHEL. handle, she withdrew to the drawing-room, to wait in deep anxiety for his coining. The okl man sat with his head supported on both hands, gazing steadfastly at two open letters, which lay on tho table before him ; had they contained a sentence of death his aspect could scarce hare been more sad and sorrow- struck ! One was from Mr. Kennyfeck, and ran thus : *' Dear Mr. Coerigan, " I have had a brief conversation with Mr. Roland Cashel on the subject of your renewal, and I am grieved to say that he does not seem disposed to accede to your wishes. Entertaining, as he does, the intention to make Tubbermore his chief r-esidence in Ireland, his desire is, I belief, to connect the farm in your holding with the demesne. This will at once explain that it is not a question of demanding a higher rent from you, but simply of carrj— ing out a plan for the enlargement and improvement of the grounds pertaining to the ' Hall.' " The matter, is, however, by no means decided upon ; nor will it be, in all probability, before you have an oppor- tunity of meeting Mr. Cashel personally. His present intention is to visit your neighbourhood next week. " I am, dear sir, truly yours, " M. Kennyfeck. "Cornelius Con-igan, Esq., Tubber-beg Cottage." The second letter was as follows : *' Simpkins and Green have the honour to foi'ward for acceptance the enclosed bill for two hundred and seven- teen pounds, at three months, Mr. Heneage Leicester, of New Orleans, on Mr. Corrigan. " They are authorized also to state that Mr. Leicester's affairs have suffered considerably from the consequence of the commercial distress at 'N. 0., and his personal pro- perty has been totally lost by the earthquake which took place on the Ilth and 12th ultimo. He therefore trusts to Mr. C 's efforts to contribute to his aid by a greater exertion than usual, and will draw upon him for two sums of one hundred, at dates of six and nine months, which y TUBBER-BEG. 147 he hopes may suit his convenience, and he duly honoured. Mr. Leicester continues to hope that he may be able to visit Europe in the spring, where his great anxiety to see his daughter will call him." " The ruin is now complete," said the old man. " I have struggled for years with poverty and privation to ward off this hour — but, like destiny, it will not be averted ! Despoiled of fortune — turned from the home where I have lived from my childhood — bereft of all ! I could bear up still if she were left to me — but now, he threatens to take her, my child, my hope, my life ! And the world will stand by him, and say, ' He is her father ! ' He, that broke the mothez' s heart — my own darling girl ! — and now comes to rob me — a poor helpless old man, of all my companionship and my pride. Alas, alas ! the pride, perhaps, deserves the chastisement. Poor Mary — how will she ever learn to look on him with a daughter's affection? — What a life will hers be ! and this deception — how will it, how can it ever be explained ? I have always said that he was dead." Such, in broken half-sentences, were the words he spoke, while thick-coming sobs almost choked his utter- ance. " This cannot be helped," said he, taking up the pen and writing his name across the bill. " So much I can meet by selling our little furniture here ; we shall need it no more, for we have no longer a home. Where to, then ? " He shook his hands in mournful despair, and walked towards the window. Mary was standing outside, in the little flower-garden, assisting the old gardener to fasten some stray tendrils of a japonica between two trees. " We must try and shelter this window, Ned," said she, *' from the morning sun. It comes in too strongly here in papa's library. By next summer, I hope to see a thick trellis of leaves across the whole casement." " By next summer," repeated the old man, from within, with a trembling voice ; " and who will bo here to .see it ? " " This little hedge, too, must be overgrown with that creeping plant we got from America, the white liana. L 2 148 ROLAND CASHEL. I want the Leech to be completely hid beneath the blossoms, and they come out in May." " In May ! " said the pooi' old man, with an accent of inexpressible sadness, as though the very promise of spring had unfolded a deep vista of years of suffering. " But why care for the home, if she, who made its sun- shine, is taken from me ? What matters it where 1 linger on, or how, the last few hours of a life, bereft of its only enjoyment? — she, that in my old age, renewed all the memories of my early and my happy days."_ He sat down and covered his face with his hands ; and when he withdrew them, the whole character and expres- sion of the countenance had changed ; a dull, meaningless look had replaced the mild and cheerful beam of his soft blue eyes ; the cheeks were flattened, and the mouth, so ready with its gentle smile, now remained partly opeft, and slightly drawn to one side. He made an etfort to speak, but a thickened guttural utterance rendered the words scarcely intelligible. He approached the window and beckoned with his hand. The next instant, pale with terror, but still composed and seeniing calm, Mary was beside him. " You are not well, dear papa," she said, with a great eS"ort to appear at ease. " You must lie down — here will d.0 — on this sofa ; I'll close the curtain, and send over for Tiernay ; he said he should be back from Limerick this morning." A gentle pressure of her hand to bis lips, and a faint smile, seemed to assent. She opened the window, and whispered a few words to the gardener, and then closing it, noiselessly, drew the curtain, and sat down on a low stool beside the sofa where he lay. So still and motionless did he remain, that she thought he slept; indeed, the long-drawn breathing, and the repose of his attitude, betokened sleep. Mary did not venture to move, but sat, one hand clasped n his, the other resting on his forehead, still and silent. The darkened room, the unbroken silence, the figure of him in whom was centred her every thought and hope, lying sick before her, sank with a ctreary weight upon her heart; and in the gloom of her sorrow dark foreboding of -*>> - 5>~: TUBBER-BEG. 149 future evil arose, vague terrors of trials, new and harrl to bear! That strange prescience, which never is wanting in gi'eat afHictions, and seems itself a Heaven-sent warning to prepare for the coming blow, revealed a time of sore trouble and calamity before her. " Let him be but spared to me," she cried, in her heart-uttered prayer, " and let me be so fashioned in spirit and temper that I may minister to him through every hour — cheering, consoling, and encouraging. Giving of My youth its gift of hope- fulness and trust, and borrowing of Jiis age its serenity and resignation. But oh, that I may not be left solitary and alone, unfi'iended and unsupported ! " A gush of tears, the first she shed, here burst forth, and, in the transport of her grief, brought calm to her mind once more. A low tap at the window, and a voice in whisper aroused her. " It is the doctor, miss — Dr. Tiernay," said the gardener. A motion to admit him was all her repl}^, and with noiseless step the physica.n entei'ed and approached the sofa. He felt the pulse, and listened to the respiration of the sick man, and then, withdrawing the curtain so as to let the light fall upon his features, steadily contemplated their expression. As he looked, his own countenance grew graver and sadder ; and it was with an air of deep solemnity that he took Mary's hand, and led her from the room. With a weight like lead upon her heart ]\rary moved away. " When did it happen ? " whispered he, when he had closed the door behind them. " Happen ! " gasped she, in agony ; " what do you mean ? " " I meant when — this — occurred," replied he, faltering ; *' was he in his usual health this morning ? " "Yes, perfectly — a little less composed— anxious about Lis letters — uneasy at the delay — but no more." " You do not know if he received any unpleasant tidings, or heard anything to distress him ? " " He may have done so," answered she, sadly, '' for ho locked his door and read over his letters by himself. When I saw him next, he was standing at the window, aijd beckoning to mo." 150 EOLAND CASHEL. A geutle tap at tho door here interrupted the colloquy, and the old housekeeper whispered, " The master, miss, wants to spake with the doctor; he's better now." '* Oh, let me see him," cried Mary, springing towards the door. But Dr. Tiernay interposed gently, and said, " No, this might prove dangerous ; remain here till I have seen and spoken with him." Mary assented by a gesture, and sat down without speaking, " Sit down, Tiernay," said the sick man, as the doctor came to his bedsidc' — " sit down, and let me speak while I have strength. Everything is against us, Tiernay. We are not to get the renewal : this young Mr, Cashel wants the cottage — we must turn out. I'll have to do so, even before the gale-day ; but what matter about me ! It's that poor child I'm thinking of " Here he stopped, and was some minutes before he could resume. " There — read that ; that will tell you all." Tiernay took the crumpled letter, which the old man had all this while held firmly in his closed grasp, and read it. " Well, that's bad news, isn't it? " saidCorrigan ; " not the bill, — I don't mean that ; but he's coming back ; do you see the thi"eat ? — he's coming back again." " How can he? " said the doctor. " The man committed a forgery ; how will he dare to return here and place his neck in a halter ? " " You forget whose evidence alone can convict him — mine ; the name he forged was mine, the sum he took was mine — nearly all I had in the world — but he has nothing to fear from me, whatever I may have to dread from A/;«." " How can he have any terror for yoto? " " He can take her away ; not from one, for she'll soon be separated by a stronger hand than his, but I can't bear to think that she'll be in his power. Tiernay, this is what is cutting into my heart now as I lie here, and leaves me no rest to think of the brief minutes before me. Tell me, is there no way to avoid this ? Think of something, my old friend — take this weight off my dying heart, and my last breath will bless you." " Are there any relations, or friends ? " " None, not one ; I'm the last of the tree — the one old I'otten branch left. I was thinking of a nunnery, Tiernay, TUBBER-BEG. 151 one of those convents in France or the Low Countries ; but even there, if he found her out, he could legally demand her to be restored to him ; and he would find her, ay, that he would ! There never was a thing yet that man couldn't do when he set his heart on it ; and tlie more the obstacles the greater his wish. I heard him say it with his own lips, that he never had any fancy for my poor Lucy till he overheard her one day saying that ' she never hated any one till she knew him.' From that hour, he swore to himself she should be his wife ! Heaven knows if the hate was not better bestowed than the love ; and yet, she did love him to the last, ay, even after cruelty and desertion — ay, after his supposed death ; when she heard that he married another, and was living in splendour at Cadiz, ay, Tiernay ! after all that, she told me on her death-bed, she loved him still ! " " I think the nunnery is the best resource," said the doctor, recalling the sick man from a theme where his emotions were already too powerfully excited. "I believe it is," said the old man, with more of energy than before : "and I feel almost as if Providence would give me strength and health to take her there myself, and see her safe before I die. Feel that pulse now — isn't it stronger ? " " You are better, much better already," said the doctor ; " and now, keep quiet and compoeed. Don't speak' — if it was possible, I'd say don't think — for a few hours. Tho worst is nigh over." " I thought so, Tiernay. I felt it was what old Joe Henchy used to call ' a run-away knock.' " And, with a faint smile, the old man pressed hts hand, and said, " Good-bye." Scarcely, however, had the doctor I'eached the door, when he called him back. " Tiernay,'' said he, " it's of no use telling me to lio still, and keep quiet, and the rest of it. I continue, asleep or awake, to think over what's coming. There is but ono way to give me peace — give me some hope. I'll tell you now how that is to be done; but, first of all, can you spare three days from home? " "To be sure I can; a week, if it would serve you. Where am I to go ? " 152 ROLAND CASHEL. " To Dublin, Ticrnay. You'll have to go up there, and see this young man, Cashel, yourself, atid speak to him for me. Tell him nothing of our present distress or poverty, but just let him see who it is that he is turning out of the lands where their fathers lived for hundreds of years. Tell him, that the Corrigans is the oldest stock in the whole country ; that the time was, from the old square tower on Garraguin, you couldn't see a spot of ground that wasn't our own ! Tell him "■ — and, as he spoke, his flash- ing eye and heightened colour showed how the theme agitated and excited him — " tell him that if he turns us from hearth and home, it is not as if it was like some poor cotter— — " He paused, his lips trembled, and the big tears burst from his eyes and rolled heavily down his face. " Oh ! God forgive me for saying the words ! " cried he, in an accent of deep agony. "Why wouldn't the humblest peasant that ever crouched to his meal of potatoes, beside the little turf fire of his cabin, love his home as well as the best blood in the land ? No, no. Mat, it's little kind- ness we'd deserve on such a plea as that." " There, there, don't agitate yourself. I know what you mean, and what you'd like me to say." "You do not," rejoined the old man, querulously, "for I haven't said it yet. Nor I can't think of it now. Ah, Mat "■ — here his voice softened once more into its habitual key — " that was a cruel thought of me, a while ago ; and faith, Mr. Cashel might well suspect, if he heard it, that I wasn't one of the old good blood of the Corrigans, that could talk that way of the poor ; but so it is. There isn't a bad trait in a man's heart that is not the twin-brother of his selfishness. And now I'll say no more ; do the best you can for us, that's all. I was going to bid you tell him that we have an old claim on the whole estate, that some of the lawyers say is good — that the Crown have taken off the confiscation in the lime of my great father, Phil Corrigan — but sure he wouldn't mind that; besides, that's not the way to ask a favour." "You mustn't go on talking this way; see how hot your hand is." " Well, maybe it will be cold enough soon ! There is another thing. Mat. You must call on Murphy, with the bill of sale of the furniture and the books, and get money TUBBER-BEG, 153 to meet these bilk. There they are ; I endorsed them this morning. Tell Green it's no use sending me the other bills ; I'll not have means to take them up, and it would be only disgracing my name for nothing to write it on them. I'll be longing to see you back again, Mat, and hear your tidings ; so God bless you, and send you safe home to us." " I'll set off to-night," said the doctor, rising and shaking his hand: "your attack is passed over, and there's no more danger, if you'll keep quiet." " There's another thing, Mat," said the sick man, smiling faintl.y, and with a strange meaning. " Call at 28, Drogheda Street, and ask the people to show you the room Con Corrigan fought the duel in with Colonel Battley. It was only twelve feet long and ten wide, a little place off the drawing-room, and the colonel wouldn't even consent that we should stand in the corners. Look and see if the bullet is in the wall still. The old mar- quis used to ha^e it fresh painted red every year, on the anniversary of the day. Oh dear, oh dear, but they were the strange times, then! ay, and pleasant times too." And with such reflections on the past, he fell off into a dreamy half-consciousness, during which Tiernay stole from the room, and left him alone. Faiiit and trembling with agitation, Mary Leicester was stnnding all this while at the door of the sick chamber. " Did I hear ai'ight, doctor?" said she; " was that his voice that sounded so cheerfully? " " Yes, my dear Miss Mary, the peril is by, but be cautous. Let him not speak so much, even with you. Til is is a sweet quiet spot. Heaven grant he may long enj )y it." Mary's lips muttered some words inaudibly, and they ] arted. She sat down alone, in the little porch under ti.e cave : the day was a delicious one in autumn, calm, mellow, and peaceful ; a breeze, too faint to ripple the river, htirred the flowers, aad shook forth their odour. Tlie cottage, the leafy shade, through which the tempered sunlight fell in fanciful shapes upon the gravel — the many- coloured blossoms of the rich garden — the clear and tran- c|uil river — the hum of the distant waterfall — they were all such sights and sounds as breathe of home and home's p 154 EOLAND CASIIEL. happiness, and so had she felt them to be till an unknown fear found entrance into her heart, and spread its dark- ness there. What a terrible sensation conies with a first Borrow. CHAPTER XIV. MB. lilNTON REVEALS HIS DESIGKS. " With fame and fortune on the cast, He never rose a winner : And learned to know himself at last, * A miserable sinner.' " Bell. It was about ten days or a fortnight after the great Ken- nyfeck dinner, when all the gossip about its pretension, dulness, and bad taste had died away, and the worthy guests so bored by the festivity began to wonder " when they would give another," that a gentleman sat at break- fast in one of those large, dingy-looking, low-ceilinged apartments which are the choice abodes of the vice-regal staff in the Castle of Dublin, The tawdry and time- discoloured gildings, the worn and faded silk hangings, the portraits of bygone state-councillors and command- ers-in-chief, grievously riddled by rapier-points and pistol- shots, wei'e not without an emblematic meaning of tho past glories of that seat of Government, now so sadly fallen from its once high and palmy state. Although still a young man, the present occupant of the chamber appeared middle-aged, so much had dissipa- tion and excess done the work of time on his constitution. A jaded, wearied look, a sleepy, indolent expression of the eye, certain hard lines about the angles of the mouth, betokened one who played a high game with life, and rarely arose a winner. AlthougJa his whole appearance bespoke birth and blood rather than intellect or ability, there was enough in his high and squarely-shaped head, his deep dark eye, and his firm, sharply-cut mouth, to MR. LINTON REVEALS HIS DESIGNS. 155 augur that incapacity could not be reckoned among the causes of any failures he incurred in his career. He was, in every respect, the beau ideal of that strange solecism in our social code, " the younger son." His brother, the Duke of Dervvent, had eighty thousand a year. S^e had exactly three hundred. His grace owned three houses, which might well be called palaces, besides a grouse lodge in the Highlands, a yachting station at Cowes, and a villa at Hyeres in France. My lord was but too happy to be the possessor of the three cobwebbed chambers of a vice-regal aide-de-camp, and enjoy the pay of his troop without joining his regiment. Yet these two men were reared exactly alike ! As much habituated to every requirement and luxury of wealth as his elder brother, the younger suddenly discovered that, once beyond the shadow of his father's house, all his worldly resources were something more than what the cook, and something less than the valet, rsceived. He had been taught one valuable lesson, however, which was, that as the State loves a rich aristocracy, it burdens itself with the maintenance of all those who might prove a drain on its resources, and that it is ever careful to provide for the Lord Georges and Lord Charleses of its noble houses. To this provision he believed be had a legal claim: at all events, he knew it to be a right uncon- . tested by those less highly born. The system which excludes men from the career of commerce, in compensation opens the billiard-room, the whist-table, and the betting-ring, and many a high capa- city has been exercised in such spheres as these, whose resources might have won honour and distinction in very different fields of enterprise. Whether Lord Charles Frobisher knew this, and felt that there was better iu him, or whether his successes were below his hopes, certain is it, he was a depressed, dejected man, who lounged through life in a languid indolence, caring for nothing, not even himself. There was some story of an unfortunate attachment, some love affair, Avith a very beautiful but portionless cousin, who married a marquis, to which many ascribed the prevailing melancholy of his character, but they who remembered him as a schoolboy said he was always shy 156 EOLAND CASHEL. and reserved, and saw nothinor strange in his bearino: as a man. The breakfast-table, covered with all that could stimulate appetite, and yet, with all un tasted, was not a bad emblem of one who with many a gift to win an up- ward way, yet lived on in all the tawdry insignificance of a court aide-de-camp. A very weak glass of claret and watei", with a piece of dry toast, formed his meal, and even these stood on the corner of a writing-table, at which he sat, rising sometimes to look out of the window, or pace the room with slow, uncertain steps. Before him lay an unfinished letter, which, to judge from the slow progress it made, and the frequent interruptions to its course, seemed to occasion some diliiculty in the composi- tion, and yet the same epistle began " My dear Sydney," and was addressed to his brother. Here it is : — " My dear Sydney, "I suppose, from not hearing from you some weeks back, that my last, which I addressed to the Clarendon, has never reached you, nor is it of any consequence. It would be too late now to ask you about Scott's horses. Cobham told us how you stood yourself, and that was enough to guide the poor devils here with their poneys and fifties. We all got a squeeze on the ' mare.' I hear you won seven thousand besides the stakes. I hope the report may be true. Is Kaucus in training for the Spring Meeting or not ? If so, let me have some trifle on him in your own book. " I perceive you voted on Brougham's amendment against our people ; I conclude you were right, but it will make them very stubborn with me about the exchange. N ■ has already remarked upon what he calls the ' into- lerable independence of some noble lords.' I wish I knew the clue to your proceeding — are you at liberty to give it? I did not answer the question in your last letter. — Of course I am tired of Ireland, but as the alternatives are a ' compound in Calcutta, or the Government House, Quebec,' I may as well remain where I am. I don't know that a staff-officer, like Madeira, improves by a sea voyage. " You say nothing of Georgina, so that I hope her MR. LINTON REVEALS HIS DESIGNS. l57 chest is better, and that Nice may not be necessary. I believe, if climate were needed, you would find Lisbon or rather Cintra, better than any part of Italy, and possessed of one great advantage — few of our rambling countrymen. N ■ commended your haunch so highly, and took such pains to record his praises, that I suspect he looks for a repetition of the favour. If you are shooting bucks, perhaps you would send him a quarter." Two sentences, half finished and erased, here showed that the writer experienced a difficulty in continuing. Indeed, his flurried manner as he resumed the letter proved it. At last he went on : — " I hate asking favours, my dear Sydney, but there is one which, if not postively repugnant to you to grant, will much oblige me. There is a young millionaire here, a Mr. Cashel, wishes to be a member of your Yacht Club, and as I have given a promise to make interest in his be- half with you, it would be conferring a great obligation on me were I to make the request sucessfully. So far as I can learn, there is no reason against his admission, and as regards property, many reasons in his favour. If you can do this for me, then, you will render me a con- siderable service. " Of course I do not intend to fix any acquaintanceship upon you, nor in any other way, save the bean in the ballot-box, and a civil word in proposing, inflict you with what Rigby calls ' Protective Duties.' I should have been spared in giving you this trouble but for Tom Linton, who, with his accustomed good nature at other men's cost, suggested the step to Cashel, and told him, besides, that my brother was vice-admiral of the yacht fleet. " If Emily wants a match for the chestnut pony, I know of one here perfect in every respect, and to be had very cheap. Let me know about this soon, and also the club matter, as I have promised to visit Cashel at his country house ; and in case of refusal on your part, this would be unpleasant. Thanks for your invitation for Christmas, which I cannot accept of. Hope and Eversham are botli on leave, so that I must remain here. N' continues to ask you here ; but my advice is, as it has ever been, not to come. The climate detestable — the 15S ROLAND CASriEL. houses dull and dirty ; no shooting, nor any hunting, at least with such horses as you are accustomed to ride. " I am glad you took my counsel about the mortgage, Thei'e is no property hei'e worth seventeen yeai\s' purchase, in the present aspect of politics. Love to Jane and the girls, and believe me ever yours, *• Charles Frobisher." The task completed, he turned to the morning papers ; which, with a mass of tradesmen's bills, notes, and cards of invitation, littered the table. He had not read long, when a deep-drawn yawn from the further end of the room aroused him, and Frobisher arose and ^walked towards a sofa, on which was stretched a man, somewhat about the middle of life, but whose bright eye and fresh complexion showed little touch of time. His dress, slightly disordered, was a dinner costume, and rather inclined towards ovev- particularity ; at least, the jewelled buttons of his vest and shirt evinced a taste for display that seemed not ill to con- sort with the easy effrontery of his look. Taking his watch from his pocket he held it to his ear, saying, " There is an accomplishment, Charley, I've never been able to acquire — to wind my watch at supper-time. What hour is it?" " Two," said the other, laconically. " By Jove ! how I must have slept. Have you been to bed?" "Of course. But, I'd swear, with less success than you have had on that old sofa. I scarcely closed my eyes for ten minutes together." " That downy sleep only comes of a good conscience and a heart at ease with itself," said the other. " You young gentlemen, who lead bad lives, know very little about the balmy repose of the tranquil mind." " Have you forgotten that you wei^e to ride out with Lady Cecilia this morning ?" said Frobisher, abruptly. " Not a bit of it. I even dreamed we were cantering to- gether along the sands, where I was amusing her ladyship with some choice morceaux of scandal from that set insociety she professes to hold in such horror that she will not receive them at court, but for whose daily sayings and doings she has the keenest zest." I ( MR. LINTON REVEALS HIS DESIGNS. 159 "Foster is gone with her," rejoined Lord Charles, "and I suspect she is just as well pleased. Before this he has told herevorything about our late sitting, "and the play, and the rest of it ! " " Of course be has ; and she is dying to ask Mr. Softly, the young chaplain's advice, whether rooting us all out would not be a ' good work.' " " Since wben have you become so squeamish about card- playing, Mr. Linton ?" " I ? Not in the least ! I'm only afraid that some of my friends may turn to be so, when they hear of my suc- cesses. You know what happened to Wychei'ley, when he got that knack of always turning up a king ? Some one asked Ruxton wbat was to be done about it. ' Is it certain?' said he. ' Perfectly certain ; we have seen him do it a hundred times !' ' Then back him,' said old Ruxton ; ' that's my advice to you.' " As he said this, he drew a chair towards the table, and proceeded to fill out a cup of chocolate. " Where do you get these anchovies, Charley ? Burke has got some, but not half the size." " They are ordered for the household. Lawson can tell you all about 'em," said the other, carelessly. " But, I say, what bets did you book on Laplander?" " Took him against the field for seven hundred even." " A bad bet then — I call it a very bad bet." *' So should I, if I didn't know Erebus ia dead lame." " I've seen a horse run to win with a contracted heel before now," said Lord Charles, with a most knowing look. "So have I ! but not on stony ground. No ! no ! you may depend upon it ! " " I don't want to depend upon it," said the other, snap- pishly. " I shall not venture five pounds on the race. I remember once something of an implicit reliance on a piece of information of the kind." " Well ! you know how that happened. I gave Ililyard's valet fifty pounds to get a peep at his master's betting-book, and the fellow told Hilyard, who immediately made up a book express, and let us all in for a smart sum. I am sure I was the heaviest loser in the afi'air." " So you ought, too. The contrivance was a very ras- cally one ; and deserved its penalty." ICO ROLAND CASHEL. " Tlic expression is not parliamentary, my lord," said Linton, with a slight flushing of the cheek, "and so I must call you to order." " Is Turcoman to run? " asked Lord Charles, negligently. " No ! 1 have pei'suaded Cashel to buy him, and he has taken him out of training." " Well, you really go very'sti'aightforward in your work, Linton. I must say, you areas plucky a rogue as I've ever heard of. Pray, now, how do you manage to keep up your influence over that youth ? he always appears to me to bo a rash-headed, wilful kind of fellow there would be no guiding." " Simply, by always keeping him in occupation. There are people like spavined horses, and one must always get them warm in their work, and they never show the blemish. Now, I have been eternally alongside of Cashel. One day, buying horses — another, pictures — another time, it was furniture — carriages — saddlery — till we have filled that great old house of the ex-Chancellor's with an assem- blage of objects, living and inanimate, it would take a month to chronicle." " Some kind friend may open his eye to all this one of these days, Master Linton — and then " " By that time," said Linton, " his clairvoyance will be too late. Like many a man I've known, he'll be a capital judge of claret when his cellar has been emptied." " You were a large winner last night, Linton ? " " Twelve hundred and fifty. It might have been double the amount, but I've taken a hint from Splasher's Physi- ology. He says nothing encourages a plethora like small bleedings. And you, Charley ; what did you do ? " " Sixty pounds ! " replied he, shortly. " I never venture out of my depth." "And you mean to infer that / do, my lord," said Linton, trying to smile, while evidently piqued by the remark. " Well, I plead guilty to the charge. I have a notion in my head that seven feet of water drowns a man just as effectually as seven hundred fathoms in the blue Atlantic. Now you know, as well as J, that neither of us could aflbx'd to lose sixty pounds thrice running, so let us not talk of venturing out of our depth ; which, I take it, would be to paddle in verj shallow water indeed." MR. LINTON HEVEALS HIS DESIGNS. IGl I^or an instant it seemed as if Lord Charles would have given an angry reply to this sally ; but, as hastily check- ing the emotion, he walked to the window, and appeared to be lost in thought ; while Linton continued his break- fast with all the zest of a hungry man. " I'll give up play altogether," said Frobisher. " That I've resolved upon. This will go abroad, rely upon it. Some of the papers will get hold of it, and we shall see some startling paragraphs about ' Recent Discoveries in the Vice- Regal Household ' — 'Nefarious System of High Play at the Castle,' and so on. Now, it's all very well for you, who neither care who's in or out, or hold any appointment here ; but, remember, there are others — myself, for instance — who have no fancy for this kind of publicity." "In the first place," interrupted Linton, "there is no danger ; and, in the second, if there were, it's right well remunerated. Your appointment here, with all its con- tingent advantages, of which, not to excite your blushes, ■we shall say nothing, is some three or four hundred a year. Now, a lucky evening, and courage to back the luck — a quality, by the way, 1 never yet found in one Englishman in a hundred — is worth this twice or thrice told. Besides, remember, that this wild bull of the prairies has come of himself into our hunting-grounds. If ice don't harpoon him, somebody else will. A beast of such fat on the haunches is not going to escape scot free ; and lastly, by falling into good hands, he shall have the advantage of being cut up artistically, and not mauled and mangled by the rude fingers of the ignorant. Faith, as for myself, I think I richly merit all the spoils I shall obtain ! " "As how, pray ? " asked Lord Charles, languidly. " In the first place, to speak of the present — I have ridden out with him — sat beside him on the box of his drag — he is seen with me in public, and has been heard to call me ' Linton,' on the ride at Dycer's. My trades- people have become his tradespeople. The tailor who reserved his masterstroke of genius for me now shares his favours with him. In fact, Charley, we arc one. Secondly, as regards the futui-e, see from what perils I shall rescue him. Ho shall not marry Livy Kennyfeck — he shall not go into Parliament for the Liberal interest— TOL. I. M 1G2 ROLAND CASHEL. nor for any interest, if I can help it — he shall not muddle away a fine fortune in fattening Durham bulls and Berk- shire boars ; neither shall he excel in rearing mangel- wurzel or beetroot. I'll teach him to have a soul above sub-soiling, and a spirit above green crops. He shall not fall into the hands of Downie Meek, and barter his birth- right for a Whig baronetcy ; neither shall he be the victim of right honourable artifices, and marry a Lady Juliana or Cecilia. In fine, I'll secure him from public meetings, and agricultural societies, twaddling dinners, horticultural breakfasts, th.e Irish Academy, and Mrs. White." " These are great deservings indeed," said Lord Charles, affectedly. " So they are," said the other ; " nor do I believe there is another man about town could pilot the channel but myself It is only reasonable, then, if I save the craft, that I should claim the salvage. Now, the next point is, will you be one of the crew ? I'll take you with pleasure but there's no impressment. All I ask is secrecy, whethei you say yea or nay." " Let me hear what the service is to be like." " Well, we shall first of all cruise — confound metaphors — let us talk plainly. Cashel has given me a carte hlanclie to fill his house with guests and good things. The com- pany and the cuisine are both to be among my attributions, and I intend that we should do the thing right royally. Selection and exclusiveness are, of course, out of the question. There ai'e so many cock-tails to run — there can be no disqualification. Our savage friend, in fact, insists on asking everybody he sees, and we are lucky if we escape the infantry and the junior bar. Here's the list — a goodly catalogue truly, and such a onacedoine of incongruities has been rarely assembled, even at old Kenny feck's dinner-table." " Why, I see few others than the people we met there t'other day." "Not many; but please to remember that even a country house has limits, and that some of the guests, at least, must have separate rooms. To be serious, Charley, I have misused the King's press damnably ; we have such a party as few have ever witnessed. There are the Kil- goflfs, the Whites, the Hamiltons, along with the Clan MR. LINTON REVEALS HIS iJESIGNS. 163 Kennyfeck, the Ridleys, and Mathew Hannigan, Esquire, of Ballj-IIannigan, the new Member of Parliament for Daurone, and the last convert to the soothing doctrines of Downie Meek." " Is Downie coming ? " lisped the aide-de-camp. " Ay, and his daughter, too. He wrote one of his velvety epistles, setting forth the prayer of his petition, in favour of ' a little girl, yet only in the nursei-y.' " "Yes, yes; I know all that. Well, I'm not sorry. I like Jemmy. She is a confounded deal better than her father, and is a capital weight to put on a young horse, and a very neat hand too. Who next ? Not the dean, I hope." " No ; we divided on the dean, and carried his exclu- sion by a large majority, Mrs. Kennyfeck was, I believe, alone in the lobby." " Glad of that ! No one can expect an Irish visit in the country without rain, and he's an awful fellow to be caged with, when out-o'-door.work is impracticable." " Then thei'e are the Latrobes and the Heatherbys ; in fact, the whole set, with a Polish fMlow, of course a Count — Deuroominski ; a literary tourist, brought by Mrs. AVhite, called Howie ; and a small little dark man, one used to see two seasons ago, that sings the melodies and tells Irish leorends — I forn-et the name." " Promiscuous and varied, certainly ; and what is the order of the course. Are there to be games, rural sports, fireworks, soaped pigs, and other like intellectualities ? " " Precisely ; a kind of coming-of-age thing on a grand scale. 1 have engaged Somerton's chef; he has just left his place. Gunter sends over one of his people ; and Dubos, of the Cadran Bleu, is to forward two hampers per week from Paris. Hicksley is also to provide all requisites for private theatricals. In fact, nearly every- thing has been attended to, save the horse department ; I wish you'd take that under your protectorate; we shall want any number of screws, for saddle and harness, with drags, breaks, and machines of all kinds, to drive about in. Do, pray, be master of the horse." " Thanks ; but I hate and detest trouble of all kinds. So far as selling you two of my own — a wall-cyo and a bone-spavin included — I consent." M 2 164 HOLAND CASHEL. "Agreed; everything in your stable carries a side- saddle, that I know, so name your figure." " A hundred ; they'd bring close on fifty at Dycer's any day ; so, I am not exorbitant, as these are election times." " There's the ticket, then," said Linton, taking out a cheque-book and filling up a leaf for the sum, which he tore out and presented to Lord Charles. " What ! has he really so far installed you as to " " As to give blank cheques," said the other, holding up the book in evidence, where " Roland Cashel" was written on a vast number of pages. " I never knew the glorious sense of generosity before, Charley. I have heard a great deal about liberal sentiments, and all that kind o' thing ; but now, for the first time, do I feel tlie real enjoyment ot indulgence. To understand this liberty aright, however, a man must have a squeeze — such a squeeze as 1 have experienced myself once or twice in life ; and then, my boy, as the song says," — here, with a bold rattling air, he sang to a popular melody — "When of luck you've no card up, And feel yourself ' bard-up,' And cannot imagine a method to win ; When ' friends ' take to shy you, And Jews to deny you, How pleasant to dip in another man's tin. " Not seeking or craving, Some pettyful saving, Tou draw as you like upon Drummond or Qwynno And while pleasure pursuing, You know theie s no ruing The cost that comes out of another man's tin." Eh, Charley ! that's the toast we ' Chevaliers Modernes ' should drink before the health of the Royal Family." "The Royal Family!" sneered Frobisher ; "1 never observed that loyalty was a very remarkable trait in your character." " The greater injustice yours, then," said Linton. " I conceived a very early attachment to monarchy, on learn- ing the importance of the king at ecarte." " I should have thought the knave had more of your sympathy," said the other. " Inasmuch as he follows the Queen, I suppose," said MR. LINTON KE VEALS HIS DESIGNS. 1G5 Linton, good huraouredly, laughing; "but come, don't look so grave, old fellow ; had 1 been a political ' intriguant ' and devoted these goodly talents of mine to small state rogueries in committees and adjourned debates, I'd have been somebody in these dull times of aspiring mediocrity, but as my ambitions have never soared beyond the possession of what may carry on the war of life, irre- spective of its graver honours, you moralists — Heaven bless the mark ! — rather regard me distrustfully. Now, let me tell you a secret, and it's one worth the knowing. There's nothing so fatal to a man's success in life as ' a little character ; ' a really great one may dispense with every kind of ability and acquire- ment : get your name once up in our English public, and you may talk, preach, and write the most rank nonsense with a very long impunity ; but a little character, like a small swimming bladder, only buoys you up long enough to reach deep water, and be drowned. To journey the road ol life with this, is to ' carry weight.' Take my advice — I give it in all sincerity — you are as poor a man as myself; there are thousands of luxuries you can afford yourself, but this is too costly an indulgence for a small fortune. Your ' little character ' is a kind of cankering conscience, not strong enough to keep you out of wicked- ness, but sufficiently active to make you miserable after- wards. An everlasting suggester of small scruples, it leaves a man no time lor anything but petty expedients and devices, and you hang suspended all your life between desire and denial, without the comfort of the one or the credit of the other," "Is the sermon over?" said Lord Charles, rather affectedly than really feeling tired of the "tirade," "or are you only rehearsing the homily before you preach it to Roland Cashel?" " Quite wrong there, my lord," said Linton, with the same impeiturbable temper. " Cashel is rich enough to afford himself any caprice, even a good name, if he like it. You and I take ours as we do railway tickets, any number that's given us!" And with this speech, delivered in an air of perfect quietude, but still emphatically slow, he settled his hat on before the glass, arranged hia ■\yhiskers, and walked away, 166 KOLAND CASHEL. Lord Charles, for a second, seemed disposed to make an angry I'eply, but correcting tlie impulse, he walked to the window in silence. *' I have half a mind to spoil your game, my worthy friend," muttered lie, as the other passed across the court-yard ; '•' one word to Cashel would do it. To be sure it is exploding the mine with one's own hand to the fusee ; that's to be thought of." And, so saying, he lay down on the sofa to ruminate. CHAPTER XY. AT THE GAMING TABLH, " Not half SO skilled in means and ways, The ' hungry Greek ' of classic days, His cards with far less cunning plays, Than eke, our modern sharper 1" When Linton had determined within himself to make Cashel " his own," his first care was to withdraw him from the daily society of the Kennyfecks, by whose familiar intercoui'se a great share of influence was already enjoyed over their young guest. This was not so easy a task as he had at first imagined. Cashel had tasted of the pleasant fascination of easy intimacy with two young and pretty girls, eagerly bent on being agreeable to him. He was in all the full enjoyment of that rare union, the pleasure of being at home and yet an honoured guest ; and it was only when Linton suggested that late hours and irregular habits were but little in accordance with the decorous propriety of a family, that Cashel yielded, and consented to remove his residence to a great furnished house in *' Stephen's Green," where some bygone Chan- cellor once held his state. Linton well knew that if " Necessity " be the mother of invention, " Propinquity " is the father of love ; that there is nothing so suggestive of the tender passion as that lackadaisical state to which lounging at home con- tributes, and the chance meetings with a pretty girl. The little intercourse on the stairs going down to breakfast, AT THE GAMING TABLE. 167 the dalliance in the conservatory, the chit-chat before dinner, are far more formidable than all the formal meet- ings under the blaze of wax-lights, and amid the crush of white satin. " If I leave him much longer among them," said he to himself, "he'll marry one of these girls ; and then adieu to all influence over him ! No more ecarte — no more in- discriminate purchases of everything I propose — no more giving 'the odds against the field.' A wife and a wife's family are heavy recognizances against a bachelor friend's counsels." Cashel was really sorry to leave the house where his time had passed so pleasantly. The very alternation of his interest regarding the two sisters had kept his mind in a state of pleasant incertitude, now, seeing something to prefer in this, now in that, while, at the same time, suggesting on their part greater efforts to please and amuse him. If Mr. Kennyfeck deemed Cashel's removal a very natural step, and one which his position in some sort demanded, not so his wife. She inveighed powerfully against the dangerous intimacy of Linton, and the ruinous consequences such an ascendancy would lead to. " You should tell Mr. Cashel who this man is," said she, im- periously. " But that is exactly what nobody knows," meekly responded Mr. Kennyfeck. " Pshaw, every one knows all about him ! You can tell him how he ruined young Rushbrook, and in less than two years left him without a shilling," Mr. Kennyfeck shook his head, as though to say that the evidence was by no means conclusive on that count. " Yes, you may affect not to believe it," said she, angrily, " but didn't George Lawson see the cheque for eight thou- sand paid to Linton, at Latouche's bank, and that was one evening's work." " There was a great deal of high play, I've heard, among them." " Oh, indeed! you've heard that much," said she, scorn- fully ; " probably, too, you've heard how Linton paid seven- ty thousand pounds for part of the Dangwood estate — he, that had not sixpence three months previous. I tell you, Mr. Kennyfeck, that you have laboured to very little pur- 168 ROLAND CASHEL. pose to establisli this young man's claim, if you are io stand by and see liis property portioned among sharpers. There ! don't start and look so frightened ; there's nobody listening, and if there were, too, I don't care. I tell you, Mr. Kennyfeck, that if it weren't for your foolish insuflfi- ciency, Cashel would propose for Olivia. Yes ! the thing is plain as possible. He fell in love with her the very night he arrived. Every one saw it. Jane Lyons told me how it was remarked the day the company dined here. Leonard told all over Dublin how she chose the diamonds, and that Cashel distinctly referred to her before buying them. Then, they were seen together driving through the streets. What more would you have ? And now you suffer all this to be undone for the selfish objects of Mr. Linton ; but I tell you, Mr. Kennyfeck, if you're a fool, I am not." " But really I don't see " " You don't see ! I'm sure you do not. You'd see, how- ever, if it were a case for an action in the courts — a vulgar appeal to twelve greasy jurors— you'd see then. There is quite enough for a shabby verdict ! But I regard the affiiir very differently, and I tell you frankly, if I see Cashel draw off in his attentions, I'll send for my cousin 0' Gor- man. I believe you can assure your young client that he'll find there's no joking with him. 'Now this was the " most unkindest cut of all ;" for if report spoke truly, Mr. Kennyfeck had himself experienced from that gentleman a species of moral force impulsion which left the most unpleasant reminiscences behind. "I beseech you to remember, Mrs. Kennyfeck, that this agency is one of the best in Ireland." " So much the more reason to have the principal your son-in-law." " I'd have you to reflect how little success coercion is like to have with a person of Mr. Cashel's temper." " Peter is the best shot in Ballinasloe," rejoined Mrs. Kennyfeck, sententiously. Mr. Kennyfeck nodded a full assent ; but seemed to hazard a doubt as to the efficiency of such skill. " I repeat, sir, I'll send for him. Peter knows pretty well what ought to be done in such matters, and it's a comfort to think there is some spirit on one side of the family, at least." Whether to afford a practical ilJustra^ AT THE GAMING TABLE. 1G9 tion, albeit negatively, or tliat lie dreaded a continuance of the controversy, Mr. Kennyfeck feigned a business appointment, and retired, leaving his spouse to ponder over her threat, and resolve with herself as to the advantage of Peter's alliance. While tliis conjugal discussion engaged papa and mamma, Cashel vras endeavouring to explain to the fair daughters the reasons for his departure, affecting to see that the multiplicity of his engagements and duties re- quired a step which he owned was far from agreeable to his feelings. " I suspected how soon you would weary of us," said Olivia, in a half whisper. " "We ought to have remembered, Livy," said the elder sister, " how little would our claims upon Mr. Cashel appear, when confronted with those of a higher station in the world." " I assure you, you wrong both yourselves and me. I never " " Oh, I'm certain you never imagined this step. I can well believe, that if it were not for advice — not very dis- interested, perhaps — you would have still condescended to regard this as your home." " If I suspected that this removal would in the least aff'ect the sentiments I entertain for my kind friends here, or in any way alter those I trust they feel for me, I'd never have adopted, or, having adopted, never execute it." " We are really very much to blame, Mr. Cashel," said Olivia, bashfully, "in suffering our feelings to sway you on. a matter like this. It was only too kind of you to come here at first ; and perhaps even yet you will come occa- sionally to see us." " Yes, Mr. Cashel, Livy is right; we are very selfish in our wishes, and very inconsiderate besides. Your position in the world requires a certain mode of living, a certain class of acquaintances, which are not ours. It is far better, then, that wo should resign ourselves to an inter- ruption, than wait for an actual breach of intimacy." Cashel was totally at a loss to sec how his mere change of residence could possibly imply a whole train of altered feelings and relations, and was about to express his aston- ishnient on that score, when Linton's phaeton drove 170 ROLAND OASHEL. up to the door, according to an appointment they had made the day before, to breakfast with the officers of a regiment quartered a short distance from town. " There is your friend, Mr. Cashel," said Miss Kenny- feck, with a marked emphasis ou the word. Cashel mut- tered something about a rendezvous, and took up his hat, when a servant entered to request he would favour Mr. Kennyfeck with a brief interview before going out. "Are we to see you at dinner to-day? "said Olivia, languidly. " I hope so. Mrs. Kennyfeck has been kind enoughi to ask me, and I hope to have the pleasure." " Will Mr. Linton give leave ? " said Miss Kennyfeck, laughing ; and then, seeing a cloud on Cashel's brow, added, " I meant, if you had made no appointment with him." " I'm self-willed enougt to follow my own bent gene- rally," said he, abruptly, and left the room. " You owe that gentleman a heavy grudge, Livy," said Miss Kennyfeck, as she approached the window and looked out. " Who do you mean, dear ? " " Mr. Linton. Were it not for him, I half think you might have succeeded." " I really cannot comprehend you," said the younger, with well-assumed astonishment. " Of course not, my dear. Still, it was a difficult game, even if left all to yourself. He was always likely to smash the tackle at the moment when almost caught. There, don't look so puzzled, dear ; I was only following out a little reverie — that's all." Meanwhile Cashel hastily descended the stairs, not over good-humouredly commenting on Mr. Kennyfeck's ill- chosen moment for a business conversation. " I can only stay a few minutes, or rather seconds," cried he, as he opened the door of the study ; and then checked himself as he perceived a short, stout, elderly man, of venerable appearance, who I'ose respectfully from his chair as he came in. " Doctor Tiernay — Mr. Cashel," said Kennyfeck, pre- senting the stranger. " I have taken the liberty to delay you, sir, since it would be a great convenience if you could I I AT TUE GAMING TABLE, 171 accord tbis gentleman a brief hearing at present; he has eome above a hundred miles to crave it, and must leave Dublin by the afternoon mail." "Without it be Mr. Cashel's pleasure to detain me," said the doctor, submissively. " He is a tenant of jonr Tubbermore estate, sir," resumed Kcnnyfeck, *' a very near neighbour." '• I regret that I am pressed for time at this moment, sir," said Oashel, drawing on his gloves impatiently ; " but I believe it is the less consequence, inasmuch as 1 really know nothing — absolutely nothing- — and you, Mr. Kenny- feck .know everything about that property, and are by far the l«st person to hear and decide upon this gentleman's propv-isition, whatever it be." " It is a case that must be decided by yourself, sir," said th3 doctor, " It is neither a matter of law nor right, but a simple question of whether you will do an act of great kindness to the oldest tenant on your property, a man who, now overtaken by years and sickness, may not, perhaps, be alive at my return, to hear of your bene- volence." " It is about this renewal, sir," interposed Kcnnyfeck, who saw Cashel's increasing impatience to be away. " Mr. Corrigan's lease expires on the 25th." " He is now struck by paralysis," interrupted the doc- tor ; " and his only prayer is to be suffered to die beneath the roof where he has lived for fifty years." " A tenant at will,'' interposed Kcnnyfeck. *' Gracious Heaven ! how could he suppose I should dream of dispossessing him ? " cried Cashel. " Of course, sir, the house is his own so long as he pleases to hold it. Tell him so. Mr. Kcnnyfeck will tell him from me, that he need not give the matter another thought. I am sin- cerely grieved that it should have already caused him so much anxiety." " Ah, sir," ciied the doctor, while tvi^o very dubious drops twinkled in his eyes, " you are, indeed, worthy of the good fortune that has befallen you. My poor old friend will Ijless you, with a prouder heart in his belief in human nature, than even his gratitude could suggest. Farewell, sir, and may you long live to be as happy as you know how to make others." 172 ROLAND CASHEL. With an impulse of irrepressible warmth the old man seized Cashel's hand in both his own, and pressed it cordially, when the door suddenly opened, and Linton, dressed in a riding costume, appeared. " What, Roland, at business so early. Do you know you're an hour behind time?" " I do ; but I couldn't help it — in fact, this was unex- pected' " " It was an act of benevolence, sir, detained Mr. Cashel," interrupted the doctor. " I believe no appointment can be broken with a safer apology." "Ho! ho!" said Linton, throwing up his eyebrows, as if he suspected a snare to his friend's simplicity. " Which of the missions to convert the blacks, or what family of continuous twins are you patronizing ?" " Good-bye, sir," said the doctor, turning towards Cashel. " I'd ask your pardon for the liberty I have already taken with you, if I were not about to transgress again." Here he looked Linton fully in the face. " Mr. Cashel has done a kind and worthy action this morning, sir ; but if he does many more such, and keep your company, he is not only a good man, but the strongest principled one I ever met with." As the last word was uttered, the door closed after him, and he was gone. " So then, I'm the Mephistopheles to your Faust," said Linton, laughing heartily ; " but what piece of credulous benevolence has cost you this panegyric and me this censure ? " " Oh, a mere trifle," said Cashel, preparing to leave — " a simple grant of renewal to an old tenant on my estate." " Only that," said Linton, affecting the coolest inditfer- ence, while by a keen glance at Kennyfeck he revealed a profound consciousness of his friend's simplicity. " Nothing more, upon my honour ; that little cottage of Tubber-beg." " Not that fishing lodge beside the river, in an angle of your own demesne?" asked Linton, eagerly. "The same — why, what of it ? " " Nothing, save that your magnanimity is but one- sided, since only so late as Thursday last, when we looked over the map together, you gaye me that cottage until AT THE GAMING TABLE. 173 feucli time as you should include tlie farm within the demesne." " By Jupiter, and so I did ! " exclaimed Cashel, while a flush of shame covered his face and forehead ; " what a confounded memory I have ! What is to be done?" " Ob, never fret about it," said Linton, taking his arm, and leading him away. " The thing is easily settled. "What do I want with the cottage ? The old gentleman is, doubtless, a far more rural personage than I should prove. Let us not forget Aubrey's breakfast, which, if we wait much longer, will be a luncheon. The ladies well, Mr. Kennyfeck ? " This was the first time he bad noticed that gentleman. " Quite well, Mr. Linton," said he, bowing politely. " Pray present my respects. 13y the way, you don't want a side-saddle horse, do you? " " I thank you, we are supplied." " What a pity ! I've got such a grey, with that swing- ing low canteinng action Miss Kennyfeck likes ; she rides so well ! I wish she'd try him." A shake of the head and a bland smile intimated a mild refusal. " Inexorable father ! Come, Cashel, you shall make the amende for having given away my cottage ; you must buy Keginald and make him a present to the lady." " Agreed," said Cashel ; " send hiin over to-day ; he's mine, or rather Miss Kennyfeck's. Nay, sir, really I will not he opposed. Mr. Kennyfeck, I insist." The worthy attorney yielded, but not without reluc- tance, and saw them depart, with grave misgivings that the old doctor's sentiment was truly spoken, and tliat Linton's companionship was a most unhappy acci- dent. " I must get into Parliament," said Linton, as he seated himself beside Cashel in the phaeton, '' if it were only to quote you as one of that much-belied class, the Irish Landloi'd. The man who grants renewals of his best land on terms contracted three hundred years ago, is very much wanted just now. What a sensation it would create in the House, when they cry ' Name, name,' and I reply that f am under a positive personal injunction not to name, and then Sharman Crawford, or one of that set, 174 TvOLAND CASIIEL. rises and avers tliat he believed the honourable and learned gentleman's statement to be perfectly unfoundec'. Amid a deluge of 'Ohs!' I stand up and boldly declare that further reserve is no longer possible, and that the gentleman whom I am so proud to call my friend is Roland Cashel, Esq., of Tubbermore. There's immortality for you, for that evening at any rate. You'll be toasted at Bellamy's, at supper, and by the white-headed old gentlemen who sit in the window at the Carlton. " You'll not hint that I had already made a present of the lands when I displayed so much munificence," said Cashel, smiling. " Not a syllable ; but I'll tell the secret to the Opposi- tion, if you ever grow restive," said Linton, with a laugh, in which, had Roland ijtudied Lavater, he might have read a valuable lesson. ^^ A proj)os of Parliament, Kennyfeck persists in boring me about it, and tliat Mr. Downie Meek seems to have it at heart that I am to represent something or somebody, well knowing, the while, that I cannot possibly be sup- posed to understand anything of the interests whereon I should be called to vote and legislate." " That's not so much consequence," said Linton ; " you'd find a very strong section of the House very like yourself, but the thing would bore you ; you would neither like the fatigue nor the slavery of it ; and, posi- tively, there is no excitement, save for the half-dozen who really contest the race. Meek, and others of the same stamp, will tell you that property should be represented in the Legislature. I agree fully with the sentiment, so it should. So also should a man's rents be collected, but that's no reason he sliould be his own agent, when he can find another, far more capable, ready for office. — Touch that off-side horse, he'll skulk his collar when he can. — Now, if you have county or borough influence going a begging, send in your nominee, any fellow who'll suit your views, and express your opinions — myself, for in- stance," said he, laughing, " for want of a better. — Those manes don'b lie right; that near-sider's falls on the wrong side of the neck. — The great secret for any man, situated as you are, is to avoid all complications, political, social, and matrimonial. You have a glorious open At Tim GAMING TABLE. 175 country before you, if there be no cross-riding to spoil your run." " Well, I am not above taking advice," said Cashel, " but really I must own that, from the little I've seen of the matter, it seems harder to go through life with a good fortune than without a shilling. I know that, as a poor man, very lately " " Come, come, you know very little of what poverty means ; you've been leading a gay life in a land where men do, by one bold enterprise, the work whict costs years of slow toil in our tamer regions. Now, I should have liked that kind of thing myself. Ay, you may smile, that a man who devotes a large share of each daj to the tie of his cravat, and the immaculate elegance ol his boots, should venture to talk of prairie life and ad- venture. Take care — by Jove ! I thought you were into that apple-stall." " Never say it twice," cried Cashel, gaily. " I'm beginning to feel confoundedly tired of this life here ; and, if I don't find that it improves on acquaintance, I'll take a ran down west, just to refresh my spirits. Will you come with me?" " With my whole heart I join the proposal ; but you are not serious ; I know you are merely jesting in all this." " Perfectly serious. I am decidedly weary of seven o'clock dinners and morning calls. But here we are." As he spoke, they drove into the barrack-yard, where groups of lounging officers, in every variety of undress, were seen in all the insipid enjoyment of that cigar- smoking existence which forms the first article in our military code of education. The gallant — th Light Dragoons were a "fast regi- ment," and the inventors of that new locomotive on the road to ruin, called a "mess breakfast" — a meal where champagne flows with a profusion rarely seen at dinner, and by which men begin the day in a frame of mind that would not be very decorous even when concluding it. Cashel, being an honoured guest, drank wine with every one, not to speak of participating in various little bibatory trios and quartets, so that when the entertainment drew to a close, he was very far from that self-possession and ]7u ROLAND CASIIEL. command wLicb, with all his high spirits, scldonl deserted him. A tremendous fall of rain, that showed no prospect of ceasing, had just set in, so that the party agreed to repair to the major's rooms, and make a pool at ecarte. After some talking about plfiy in general, and some quizzing about not beinc: able to bet a sum such as Cashel would care to play for, the game began. Notwithstanding the apologies, the play was high, so much so, that Cashel, never a very shrewd observer, could not help remarking that several of the players could not conceal the anxiety the game inspired, Roland himself joined less from inclination than fellow- ship, and far better pleased to be at liberty to chat with some of the others than to be seated at the table, he arose each time he lost, well content to pay for freedom by bis gold. His natural inditierence, added to a perfect carelessness about money, induced him to accept any bet that was offered, and these were freely proposed, since, in play parlance, "the run was against him;" so that, ere the trumpet-call announced the time to dress for the mess, he had lost heavily. " You have no idea how much you have lost," said Linton, in a low voice, and with a gravity of manner almost reproachful. "Not the slightest," said Cashel, laughing. " I can tell you, then, for I have totted it up. This morning's work has cost you seven thousand some hun- dred pounds." " Indeed ! " said Cashel, a flush rather of shame than displeasure mantling on his features. " I'll give it up in future." " No, no ! not till you've had your revenge," whispered Linton. " We'll stay for the mess, and have at them again. The night is terrific, and no possibility of leaving." The mess followed, and although play was to succeed it, the party drank freely, and sat long over their wine, even Linton himself seemed to linger at the table, and leave it with regret. As for Cashel, for the first time in his life he wished to play. No desire for money-getting, no mean passion for AT THE GAMINa TABLE. 177 gain suggested the wish, it was simply a piqued vanity at being beaten ; a sense of indignity that his inferiority should seem to be implied, even in so trifling a matter, \irged him on, and he was one of the first to vote for a return to ecarte. Except Linton, there was not probably one who could be called a good player in the party ; but luck, which has more than the mastery over skill, supplied the place of knowledge, and Cashel was the only heavy loser of the whole assembly. Stung by continued failure, too, he betted madly and foolishly, so that as the day was break- ing, and the stir in the barrack-yard announced the ap- proaching parade, his losses reached more than double what they had been in the morning. "I say, lads!" said the major, as they all arose from the table, "one word before you go." So saying, he turned the key in the door, and stood with his back against it. " Before any one leaves the room, each must promise on his honour not to mention a syllable of this night's business. We all know that we have been playing far higher stakes than ever we've been in the habit of. The report, if it get abroad, would ruin the regiment." " Oh, we all promise not a word shall be said about it," cried out several voices together. " There's the second trumpet ! " So saying, they hastened pell-mell to dress for the parade, while Cashel, taking Linton's arm, set out homewards. " I say, Tom !" said Roland, after they had walked on for some time in silence, " I am somewhat ashamed of this exploit of mine, and would not for a great deal that Kenny- feck should know it. Is there no way of getting this money by loan? — for if I draw now " "Make your mind quite easy ; I'll arrange that for you. Don't worry yourself about it. It's a bore, of course, to lose a round sum like that ; but you can afford it, my boy, that's one comfort. If it had been me, by Jove, the half of it would have drained the well !" This said, he hastily changed the topic, and they walked along chatting of everything save the late party. VOL. I. nr 178 EOLAND CASHEL» CHAPTER XVI. WHAT KOtAND OVKRHEAED AT THE MONEY LBNDEB'a, " The money that ' at play ' is spent, Must oft be raised at ' cent per cent."* The Mode. " Good night, or rather good morrow," said Linton, as he stood with Cashel on the steps of his newly-taken resi- dence. Cashel made no reply ; his thoughts were recurring to the scene of the late debauch, and in some pangs of self- reproach he was recalling the heavy sum he had lost. " You spoke of my being able to raise this money, Linton, without Kennyfeck's knowing ; for I am really ashamed of the aflair. Tell me how can it be done ?" " Nothing easier." " Nay, but when? for if I must confess it, I can think of nothing else till it be arranged." " What a timid conscience yours must be," said Linton, laughing, " that cannot sleep lest the ghosts of his I.O.'s should haunt him." •' The fact is so, nevertheless. The very gloomy momenta of my life have been associated with play transactions. This shall be the last." " What folly ! You suffer mere passing impressions to wear deep into your nature ; you that should be a man of nerve and vigour. What can it possibly signify that you have thrown away a few hundreds, or a few thousands either?" " Very little as regards the money, I own ; but I'm not certain how long my indifference respecting play might last. I am not sure how long I could endure being beaten — for that is the sense losing suggests — without a desire to conquer in turn. Now up to this I have played to oblige others, without interest or excitement of any kind. What if I should change and become a gambler from choice.^" ROLAND AT THE MONEY LENDER'S, 179 " Why, if you propound the question with that solemn air, you'll almost frighten me into believing it would be something very terrible ; but if you ask me simply what would be the result of your growing fond of play, I'll tell you fairly, it's a pleasure gained, one of the few resources which only a rich man can afford with impunity, so muck the more fascinating, that it can be indulged in such per- fect accordance with every humour of a man's mind. If you are so inclined, you play low, and coquet with fortune, or if lavishly given, you .throw the reins loose and go free. Now it seems to me that nothing could better suit the careless, open-handed freedom of your habits than the vacillations of high play. It's the only way that even for a moment you can taste the sensation of being hard pressed, while in the high flood of luck you can feel that gushing sense of power that somehow seems to be the secret soul of gold ! " " Men must lose with a very different look upon their features before I can win with the ecstasy you speak of," cried Cashel. " But where are we straying to — what part of the town have we got into ? " " This is the cattle-market," said Linton, " and I have brought you here because I saw you'd not close your eyes till that silly affair was settled, and here we are now at Dan Hoare's counting-house, the man of all others to aid us. Follow me ; I ought to know the stairs well, in day- light or dark." Cautiously following his guide, Cashel mounted a half- rotten, creaky stair, which passed up between two damp and mildewed walls, and entered a small chamber whose one window looked out in a dirty court. The only furni- ture consisted of two deal chairs and a table, on which various inscriptions made by penknives betokened the patience and zeal of former visitors. Linton passed on to the end of the chamber, where was a narrow door, but suddenly halted as his eye caught a little slip of paper attached to a sliding panel, and which bore the word " Engaged." " Ha ! " cried he, " one here already ! You see, early as it is, Dan is at work, dis- counting and protesting as usual. By the way, I have forgot one essential : he never gives a stamp, and so I must provide one. Wait for me here ; there is a place in N 2 ISO KOLAND CASIIEL. the neif^liboui-Lood where they can be had, and I'll be back presently." Cashel sat himself down in the cheerless little den, thinking of the many who might have waited there before, in so many frames of anxiety and torturing sus- pense. His own memory could recall a somewhat similar character in Geizheimer, and while he was thus remem- bering some features of the past, he fell into a reverie, forgetting time and place together, the sound of voices from the adjoining room serving rather to lull than arouse his attention. At last a word caught his ear. He started suddenly, and looking about him for a second, experienced almost a difficulty to remember where he was. Could it be possible, or was it mere fancy ? but he believed he heard his name mentioned by some one within that room. Less caring to know how or by whom the name was spoken than if the fact were actually so, he leaned forward on his chair, and bent his ear to listen, when he heard, in a voice louder than had been used before, the following words : " It may be all as you say, sir ; I won't pretend to throw a doubt upon your words ; but, as a mere man of business, I may be permitted to say that this promise, however satisfactory to your friend's feelings, is not worth a sixpence in law. Corrigan asks for a renewal of his lease, and the other says, ' Keep your holding — don't disturb yourself,' and there he is, a tenant at will. JMow, for the purposes you have in view towards me, that pledge goes for nothing. I cannot renew these bills upon such frail security. If the old man cannot find means to meet them, Leicester must, that's all." "Leicester is a villain!" cried another and a deeper voice, whose tones seemed not quite strange to Roland's ears. " He has ruined my poor old friend ; he will soon leave him houseless, and he threatens to leave him almost friendless too." " He told me," said the other, " he should certainly claim his daughter, and means to return next summer lor that purpose." " I almost hope poor Con will never live to see that day," said the former, with a heavy sigh. " Well, to return to our own affair, sir, I tell you frankly. nOLAND AT THE MONEt LEKDER's. 181 1 don't consider Caslael's promise deserving of any con- sideration. He, doubtless, means to keep it ; that's the very most anybody can say about it. But remember what a life he is leading : he has drawn above thirty thousand out of Latrobe's hands in three months — no one knows for what. He has got among a set of men who play high, and cannot pay if they lose. Now, his estate is a good one ; but it can't last for ever. My notion is that the young fellow will end as he began, and become a bucca- neer once more." " He has a long course to run ere that comes," said the other." " Not so long as you fancy. There are demands upon him from quarters you little suspect, or that, for the moment, he little suspects himself. It would surprise you to hear that he is in Leicester's hands too." " Roland Cashel — Mr. Cashel, in Leicester's hands ! How do you mean ?" Just at this instant Linton's foot was heai'd ascending the stairs, and Cashel, whose eagerness to hear the re- mainder became a perfect torture of anxiety, was forced to lose the opportunity. " What a hunt I have had," said Linton, as he entered, flushed and weary-looking. " Our amount is rather above the ordinaiy mark, and I found it almost impossible to procure the stamps. Are you tired waiting?" "No — nothing to speak of," said Cashel, confusedly. " Well, I fancy our friend here has had much moi^e than his share of an audience. I'll see and unearth him." And so saying, Linton knocked with his cane at the door. A low murmuring of voices succeeded, the sound of feet followed, and soon after the door was opened, and a small, thin, pale-faced man in black appeared. " Good morning, Mr. Hoare. Here have we been play- ing ante-chamber to your serene highness for full an hour. This is Mr. Roland Cashel, Mr. Hoare, who wishes to make your acquaintance." The little man turned his quick grey eyes towards Cashel with a most scrutinizing keenness ; but, as sud- denly withdrawing them, invited both to enter. " Be seated, gentlemen. Pardon the humble accommo- dation of this plac". Take a chair, Mr. Jju\h\n " 182 ROLAND CASHEL. " We want tin, Mr. Hoare," said Linton, slapping his boot witli his cane : " that most universal and vulgar want. My friend here desires to raise a sum, without having recourse to his agent, and I believe no man can aid in a little secret-service transaction like yourself," " Is the sum a large one, sir?" said Hoare, addressing Cashel. " I cannot tell you exactly," said Cashel, in some con- fusion at the confession of his ignorance. " I fancy it must be close on ten or twelve thousand pounds." " More like twenty! " cried Linton, coolly. Then turn- ing to Hoare, he went on : " My friend here is, happily for him, very little skilled in affairs of this kind ; and as his security is about the best that can be offered, he need not buy his experience very dearly. Now just tell us, frankly, how, when, and on what terms he can have this money." " Money is scarce just now, sir," said Hoare; " but as to securities, Mr. Cashel's bills are quite sufficient. There is no necessity for any legal expenses whatever. I need not say that the transaction shall be perfectly secret : in fact, I'll keep the bills in my own hands till due." " There, that's the man I told you he was," cried Linton. " A Croesus in generosity as in gold. I would I were your son, or your son-in-law, Hoare." " Too much honour, Mr. Linton," said the money- lender, whose slight flush did not betoken a concurrence in his own words. " Now to business," continued he, addressing Cashel. *' If you favour me with your name on four bills for five thousand each, and the accompanying charges for interest, discount, commission, and so on, I'll engage that you have this money within the week." " Could it not be to-morrow ? I should like greatly to have the whole off my mind ; and as I mean not to play again " " Pooh, pooh," said Linton, stopping an explanation he was by no means pleased Hoare should hear ; " time enough for resolutions, and time enough for payment too. By the end of the week, Hoare, will do perfectly. Tou can bring the bills with you to my quarters, say on Saturday morning, and we'll drive over to Mr. Cashel's." " Very well. I'll be punctual. At eleven on Saturday ROLAND AT THE MONET LENDER'S. 183 expect me. May I bring that little thing of yours for two hundred pounds with it, Mr. Linton ? " " Of course you may not. "Where do you expect me to find money for the debts of last year? My dear Hoare, I have no more memory for such things than I have for the sorrows of childhood." " Ah, very well, sir, we'll keep it over," said Hoare, smiling. " Let him bring it," whispered Cashel, " and include it in one of my bills. There's nothing so worrying as an overhanging debt." "Do you think so?" replied Linton. "Bless me, I never felt that. A life without duns is like a sky without a cloud, very agreeable for a short time, but soon be- coming wearisome from very monotony. You grow as sick of uninterrupted blue as ever you did of impending rain and storm. Let me have the landscape effect of light and shadow over existence. The brilliant bits are then ten times as glorious in colour, and the dark shadows of one's mortgages only heighten the warmth of the pic- ture. Ask Hoare, there, he'll tell you. I actually cherish my debts." " Very true, sir ; you cannot bear to part with them either." ** Well said, old Moses ; the ' interest' they inspire is too strong for one's feelings. But hark ! I hear some fresh arrivals without, Another boat-load of the d d has crossed the Styx." " Thanks for the simile, sir," said Hoare, smiling faintly — " on Saturday." " On Saturday," repeated Linton. Cashel lingered as he left the room ; a longing desire to speak one word, to ask one question of Hoare — who was this Leicester of whom he spoke ? — was uppermost in his mind, and yet he did not dare to own he had heard the words. He could have wished, too, to communicate his thoughts to Linton, but a secret fear told him that perhaps the mystery might be one he would not wish revealed. " Why so thoughtful, Roland ? " said Linton, after traversing some streets in silence. " My friend Hoare has not terrified you?" 184 ROLAND CASIIEL. " No, I was not thinking of him," said Cashel. ** What kind of a character does he bear?" " Pretty much that of all his class. Sharp enough, when sharpness is called for, and seemingly liberal if liberality pays better. To me he has been ever generous. Why, Heaven knows ; I suppose the secret will out one of these days, I'm sure I don't ask for it." Linton's flippancy, for the first time, was distasteful to Cashel. If the school in which he was bred taught little remorse about the sin of incurring debt, it incul- cated, however, a manly self-reliance, to clear off the in- cumbrance by some personal effort, and he by no means sympathized with the cool indifference of Linton's philo- soph3^ Linton, always shrewd enough to know when he had not " made a hit," at once turned the conversation into another channel, by asking at what time Cashel proposed to receive his visitors at Tubbermoi^e. " Is the honour seriously intended me?" said Cashel, " or is it merely a piece of fashionable quizzing this pro- mised visit, for I own I scarcely supposed so many fine people would like to encounter the hard usage of such an old ruin as I hear this must be." " You'll have them to a certainty. I doubt if there will be a single apology. I know at this instant the most urgent solicitations have been employed to procure invita- tions." " With all my heart, then," cried Cashel ; " only re- member the order of the course depends on you. I know nothing of how they ought to be entertained or amused. Take the whole affair into your own hands, and I shall concur in everything." "Originality is always better than imitation, but still if one cannot strike out a totally new line, what do you think of taking old Mathews of Johnstown for our model, and invite all our guests with free permission to dine, breakfast, and sup at what hour, and in what par- ties they please ? This combines the unbridled freedom of an inn with the hospitality of a country house, Groups form as fancy dictates. New combinations spring up each day — no fatigue, no ennui can ensue with such endless changes in companionship, and you your- self, instead of the fatiguing duties of a host, are at ROLAND AT THE MONEY LENDEr's. 185 liberty, like any of your guests, to join this party or that." " I like the notion immensely — Low would our friends take it, for that is the point ?" " It would be popular with every one, for it will suit your people who know and like to mix with every set in society, and at the same time gratify your ' exclusives,' who can form their own little coteries with all the jealous selection they love. Besides, it avoids another and a great difficulty. Had you received in ordinary fashion, you must have asked some lady-friend to have done the honours for you. This would have been a matter of the greatest embarrassment. The Kennyfecks have not rank enough — old Lady Janet would have frightened every one away — Mrs. White would have filled the house with her own ' blues,' and banished every one else — and as for Lady Kilgoff — who besides being a very pretty woman and well-mannered, has an exceedingly fascinating way with strangers — 'my lord' is so jealous, so absurdly, madly jealous, that she dare not ask after the success of a shoot- ing-party without his suspecting an allegorical allusion to Cupid and his shafts." "Well, then, let us resolve to receive 'en Mathews;' and now, when shall we name the day ?" " Let us wait till the result of the division be known in Parliament. A change of ministers is hinted at, and if it were to occur, you'll have every one hastening away to his county for the new election ; by Saturday we shall learn everything, and that will be time enough." " In any case, I had better set oS" and see what can be done to put the house in a fit state to receive them." " Leave all that to me. I'll take Popham, the architect, down with me, and you need never trouble your head about the matter. It's quite clear people who accept an invitation like the present must put up with a hundred small penalties on convenience. The liberty of such a house always repays whatever is wanting on the score of ceremonial and order, and your fine guests, who would perhaps give themselves airs towards the Kennyfecks and their set— if meeting them elsewhere — will here affect, at least, a tone of good-natured equality, just as in revolu- t onary times people shake hands with their hairdresser." I 186 EOLAND OASHEL. " But how to amuse or even occupy them ! that is a great puzzle to me." " Leave them perfectly to their own devices. In fun there should be always free-trade. Protection ruins it. But all this is Egyptian to you, so go to bed and sleep soundly, and leave the cares of state to me. " On me the glory or disgrace, The pride of triumph or the shame of fall." " Then I'll think no more of the matter," said Cashel ; " and so good-bye." " Now for a twenty-four hours' sleep," said Linton, " and then, once more to roll the stone of life, which, by the way, gives the lie to the old adage, for unquestionably it does ' gather moss ' as we grow older." a SP==Z. - CHAPTER XYIL SCANNING THE POLITICAL HORIZON. ■ " Confound their politics ! " — National Anthem, Linton was very far from indulging that dreamy inactivity of which he spoke. Plans and schemes of various kinds occupied his thoughts too intently to admit of slumber. Indeed, his theory was, that if a man could not dream of some happy mode of advancing his fortune, sleep was a fearful inroad upon his worldly career. He at once hastened home to read his letters and news- papers, and so important did their intelligence seem, that he only delayed to change his dress and eat a hurried breakfast, when he repaired to the Castle, where a few minutes previously the secretary, Mr. Downie Meek, had arrived from his lodge in the Park. " Safe once more, Meek," said he, entering the oflficial chamber, where, immersed in printed returns, petitions, and remonstrances, sat the busy secretary. SCANNING THE POLITICAL HORIZON. 187 " All, Linton ! you are the hien venu. We are to have another heat for the race, though I own it scarcely looks promising," "Particularly as you are going to carry weight," said Linton, laughing. " It's true, I suppose, that the Irish party have joined you ? " " There was no help for it," said the secretary, with a despondent gesture of the eyebrows j " we had no alter- native save accepting the greasy voices, or go out. Some deemed the former the better course, but others remem- bered the story of the Brahmin, who engaged to teach the ass to speak in ten years, or else forfeit his own head." " And perfectly right," interrupted Linton. " The Brahmin had only three chances in his favour. Now, your king may die too, and you have any number of asses to be got rid of." " Let us be serious, Tom. What are our prospects at a general election ? Are the landed gentry growing afraid of the 0' Gorman party, or are they still hanging back, resentful of Peel's desertion ? " " They are very conservative — that is, they want to keep their properties and pay the least possible taxation. Be cautious, however, and you have them all your own. The Irish party being now with you, begin by some marked favour to the Protestant Church. Hear me out. This will alarm the Romanists, and cause a kind of split amongst them. Such as have, or expect to have place, will stand by you ; the others will show fight. You have then an opportunity of proclaiming yourselves a strong Protestant Cabinet, and the ultras, who hate Peel, will at least affect to believe you. While the country is thus agitated, go to the elections. Tour friends, amid so many unsettled opinions, cannot be expected to take pledges, or, better still, they cannot accept any, subject to various con- tingencies never to arise." " I am sorely afraid of this splitting up the forces," said Msek, doubtfully. " It's your true game, depend upon it," said Linton. " These Irish allies arc unwieldy — when numerous. I remember once calling on Tom Scott, the trainer, one day, and while we went tlirougli the stables, I could not help remarking the fine family of boys he had. 'Yes, sir,' 188 ROLAND CASHEL. said Tom, modestly, ' they're good-looking cliaps, and smart ones. God Almighty keep 'em little, sir! ' " " Ah, very true," sighed Meek ; " God Almighty keep 'em little ! " " Then," resumed Linton, " you have never played onfc that golden game of Irish legislation, which consists in. enacting a law, and always ruling against it. Decide for the education system, but promote the men who oppose it. Condemn the public conduct of certain parties, and then let them figure as baronets, or lieutenants of counties, in the next Gazette, and to crown all, seek out every now and then some red-hot supporter of Government, and degrade him from the bench of magistrates for malad- ministration ! This, which in England would seem rather chaotic legislation, will, to Irish intelligence, smack like even-handed justice." " We have a bad press," said Meek, peevishly. " No matter, it has the less influence. Believe me, it will be an evil day for you Downing Street gentlemen when Ireland possesses a really able and independent press — when, avoiding topics of mere irritating tendency, men address themselves to the actual wants of the country, exemplifying, as they disclose them, the inaptitude and folly of English legislation. Don't wait for that day, Meek. In all likelihood it is distant enough, but in any case don't hasten its coming by your prayers." " You mustn't broach these doctrines out of doors, Tom," said Meek, in a soft, caressing tone ; " there is a horrid cant getting up just now against English rule, and in favour of native manufactures." " Which be they. Meek ? I never heard of them. Maynooth is the only factory I know of in the land, and a brisk trade it has, home and colonial." " You know as well as any man the benefits we have conferred on this country." " Yes, it demands no gi'eat tax on memory to repeat them. You found a starving peasantry of a couple of millions, and being unable or incompetent to aid them, you ruined the gentry to keep them company. You saw a mangy miserable dog with famine in his flank and death in his eye, and answering his appeal to your compassion, you cut an inch off his tail and told him to eat it." SCANNING THE POLITICAL HORIZON. 189 " You are too bad, Tom — a great deal too bad. What are you looking for ? " "Nothing at present," was the cool reply. " What in prospective, then ? " " I should like to be the Secretary for Ireland, Meek, •whenever they shelve you among the other iinredeemed pledges in that pawn-office, the Board of Trade." Meek affected a laugh, but not over successfully, while to turn the conversation, he said, " A jjropos to your friend Cashel, I have not been able to show him any attentions, so occupied have I been with one thing and another. Let us make a dinner for him." " No, no, he doesn't care for such things. Come and join his house-warming on the Shannon, that will be far better." " I mean it, but I should like, also, to see him. here. He knows the Kilgoffs, doesn't he. " Slightly. By the way, what ai^e you going to do with my lord ? He wants, like Sancho, to be governor of an island." " What an old bore ! without bi'ains, fortune, or influence." " He has a very pretty wife, Meek, Don't you think the Foreign Office would recognize tJiaf claim ? " " So they send him out of this, I am content. But to return to what we were talking about. Shall we say Friday ? or will Saturday suit you ? and we'll make up a small pai-ty." " I fear not. I mean to leave the town by the end the week." " Not for any time ? " " A few days only, and then I shall be at your orders — • meanwhile, leave Cashel to himself ; he has got some suspicions — Heaven knows whence or how — that his borough influence makes him a very important card just now ; therefore don't notice him — starve him out, and you'll have him come forth with a white flag one of these days. I know him well, and the chances are, that if he were to attribute any of your civilities to the score of your calculation respecting his political influence, he would at once become your most determined opponent." " But his borough ■" 190 EOLAND CASHEL. " Let him represent it himself, Meek, and it's the next best thing to disfranchisement." " He would not be likely to accept any advice from us ? " asked Meek, half timidly. " To a certainty ho would not, although proffered in your own most insinuating manner. Come, Meek, no nonsense; you must look out for a seat for your ^ro/e^e, Clare Jones, elsewhere ; though I tell you frankly he is not worth the trouble." " I ^declare you are all wrong, Linton — quite wrong ; I was thinking whether from motives of delicacy you would not hke to press your own claim, which we might, with so much propriety." " Thanks," said Linton ; while a sly twinkle of his eye showed that he did not care to disguise the spirit of mis- trust with which he heard the speech. " Thanks ; you are too generous, and I am too modest, so let us not think more of the matter." " What is Cashel's real fortune ? " said Meek, not sorry to turn the conversation into a less dangerous channel ; *' one hears so many absurd and extravagant reports, it is hard to know what to believe." " Kenny feck calls it fourteen thousand a year above all charges and cost of collection." " And your own opinion ? " Linton shrugged his shoulders carelessly, and said, " There or thereabouts. I fancy that his ready money has been greatly overrated. But why do you ask '? Your people wouldn't give him a peerage, would they ? " *' Not now, of course," said Meek, hesitating. " Nor at any time, I trust," said Linton, authoritatively. " The man does not know how to behave as a plain country gentleman ; why increase his embarrassments by making him a Lord ? Besides, you should take care in these new creations who are your peeresses, or one of these days you'll have old Kennyfeck fancying that he is a noble himself." " There is no danger to be apprehended in that quar- ter ? " asked Meek, with some trepidation of manner. " Yes, but there is, though, and very considerable, too. He has been living in the house with those girls — clever and shrewd girls, too. He is more at his ease there than SCANNING THE POLITICAL HORIZON. 191 elsewhere. They listen patiently to his tiresome prairie stoi'ies, and are indulgent to all his little ' escapades ' — as a ' ranchero ; ' in a word, he is a hero there, and never leaves the threshold without losing some of the charms of the illusion." " And you saw all this ? " "Yes." " And suffered it ? " " Yes. What would you have me do ? Had there been only one girl in the case — I might have married her. But it is only in botany, or the bay of that name, that the English permit polygamy." " I am very sorry to hear this," said Meek, gravely. "I am very sorry to have it to tell, Meek," said the other. " He might marry so well ! " muttered Meek, half iu soliloquy. " To be sure he might; and in good hands — I mean in those of a man who sees his way in life — cut a very fair figure, too. But it won't do to appear in London with a second or third-rate woman, whose only recommendation is the prettiness that has fascinated ' Castle balls ' in Dublin." " Let us talk over this again, Linton," said Meek, an'anging his papers, and affecting to be busied. " With all my heart ; indeed, it was a subject I intended to speak to you about. I have a little theory thereaneut myself" "Have you, indeed ? " said Meek, looking up with ani- mation. " Yes, but it needs your counsel — perhaps something more, I should say — but another time — good-bye, good- bye." And without waiting to say or hear more, Linton lounged out of the room, leaving the secretary, thoughtful and serious, behind him. 302 ROLAND CASHEL. CHAPTER XVIIT. *' Nor lives the heart so cold and dark But in its depths some lingering spark Of love is cherished there ! " The Outlaw, When Tom Linton parted with Mr. Meek he repaired to the club in Kildare Street to listen to the gossip on the rumoured dissolution of Parliament, and pick up what he could of the prevailing tone among the country gentry. His appearance was eagerly hailed by many, who re- garded him as generally well informed on all the changes and turns of party warfare; but, as he professed the most complete ignorance of everything, and seemed to devour with greedy curiosity the most common-place announce- ments, he was speedily deserted and suffered to pursue his work of inquiry perfectly unmolested. Not that indeed there was much to learn; the tone of banter and raillery with which, from want of all real political influence, men in Ireland accustom themselves to discuss grave questions, concealing their real sentiments, or investing them with a ludicrous exaggeration, oftentimes foiled even the shrewd perception of Tom Linton, He did, however, learn so much as showed him, that all the ordinary landmarks of party being lost, men were beginning to find tliemselves at liberty to adopt any leadership whicli pleased them, without suffering the stain of desertion. They thought themselves betrayed by each of the great political cliiefs in turn, and began to fancy that the best course for them in future would be to make specific terms for any support they should accord. Sug- gestions to this end thrown out in all the bantering gaiety of Irish manner might mean anything, or nothing, and so Linton well knew, as he listened to them. He had taken his place at a whist-table, that he might, while seemingly preoccupied, hear what was said around him, and although no error of play, nor a single mistake I "under the geeen-ttogd tree.'' 193 in the game, marked the diiFerenfc direction of his atten- tion, he contrived to learn much of the opinion prevalent in certain circles. " That is the luckiest fellow in Europe," said one of his late antagonists; "as usual he rises the only winner." " You can scarcely call it luck," said another ; " he is a first-rate player, and always so cool." Meanwhile, Linton, mounting his horse, rode slowly along the streets till he ari-ived at Bilton's Hotel, where a handsome britsclika was standing, whose large up-stand- ing horses and richly-mounted harnessing gave token of London rather than of Dublin taste. " Is her ladyship going out, Halpin ?" said he to the footman. " Her ladyship ordered the carriage for four precisely, sir." Linton mused for a second or two, and then asked if Lord KilgofF were at home, and not waiting for a reply, passed on. No sooner, however, had he reached the landing-place, and was beyond the observation of the servant, than he halted and appeared to reflect. At last, as if having made his resolve, he turned to descend the stairs, when the drawing-room door opened and Loi-d KilgofF appeared. " The very man I wanted. Linton, come here," cried he, re-entering the room. "I was just on my way to you, my lord," said Linton, with well-affected eagerness. •' Are they out, Linton, are they ' out ' ? " said he, in breathless impatience. "No, my lord. I've seen Meek; they're safe for the present. A coalition has been formed with O'Morgau and his party, which secures a working majority of forty- five or fifty." " This is certain, Linton — may I rely upon it ?" "You may, my lord, with confidence." " Then I suppose the moment has come when my ad- Lesion would be most well-timed. It's a grave question, Tom ; everything depends on it. If I join them and they go out " " Why your lordship goes out too, without ever having the satisfaction of being ' in.' " VOL. I. O 194 ROLAND CASIIEL. "l!^ot if they gave mo tlic mission to Florence, Tom. They never remove the smaller legations in any change of parties." " But you could not help resigning, my lord ; you should follow your friends," said Linton, with an assumed air of high principle. " IS'ot a bit of it ; I'd hold on. I see no reason whatever for such a course. I have made a rough di'alt of a letter, which Hindley should show to Peel. See here, this is the important passage. I presuppose that I had already given Hindley my resignation to hand in to Aberdeen, but that yielding to his arguments, who refuses to deliver it, I have reconsidered the matter. Xow, listen : ' You say that my functions are not of a nature to admit any line of par- tisanship, and that a man of honourable views can serve his country under a Whig or Tory administration, irre- spective of his own preference for one or the other. I feel this to be true. I know that, in my own official career, I have always forgotten the peculiar politics of my masters ; but another question arises, — how shall I be judged by others ? for while I confess to you that I entertain for Peel's capacity a respect I have never been able to feel for the Whig leaders, yet family prejudices, connections, a hundred minor circumstances, some purely accidental, threw me among the ranks of that party, and a sense of consistency kept me where very probably unbiassed judgment had never suffered me to remain.'" " Amazingly good ! very well done, indeed !" said Linton, in whose dubious smile younger eyes than Lord Kilgoff's might have read the most insolent expression of contempt ; not, indeed, at the hypocrisy, but at the poor attempt to give it colour. " There could be no thought of removing a man with such sentiments." " I think not, Linton. It would be a gross and flagrant case of official tyranny to do so — a case for inquiry in the House — a motion to produce the correspondence " " Better not, my lord," said Linton, dryly ; " that is an admirable letter addressed to your friend Lord Hindley ; but in a blue book it won't read so well. Take my advice : hold on if you can, go if you must, but don't ask ques- tions, at all events." " Perhaps you are right, Tom," said Kilgofif, musing. " UNDER THE GREEN-V/OOD TREE." 1D5 " 'Now for another point, my lord ; tliis visit to Mr. Casliel " " I've declined it," said Lord Kilgoff', reddening, and with a look of extreme irritation, " The note is there sealed on the table, and shall be sent within an hour." " I am not at liberty to ask your reasons, my lord," said Linton, gravely and respectfully, " but I am certainly free to state my own, why I think you ought most posi- tively to go there." "You may, certainly," said Lord Kilgoff, rising im- patiently, and pacing the room ; " I shall not interrupt you, but I shall also pledge myself not to let them influence me in the slightest degree. My mind is made up, sir." "Then I shall speak with more freedom," said Linton, boldly ; " because, having no pretension to change your sentiments, I am mei-ely desirous to record my own." Lord Kilgoff made no reply, but continued his walk, while Linton resumed : — "Now, I see your impatience, my lord, and will not trespass on it. Here, in three words, is my case. The borough of Drumkeeran returns a member to Parliament ; Hebden, who represents it, is about to accept the Hun- dreds ; Cashel owns the town." " And if he does, sir, what signifies it to me ? " broke in Lord Kilgoff; " I have not the slightest influence over that gentleman's opinions. He was rude enough to give me a very flat contradiction in the only discussion we ever held together. I venture to assert, from what I have seen of him, that any direction of his course in parliament would be totally impossible. He is self-willed, obstinate, and opinionated." " Granted, my lord ; he is the very calibre to run through his own, and ruin any other man's fortune." " Well, sir, and this is the person whose services you think it worth my while obtaining ? " "I never said so, my lord." " What, didn't I hear you this moment " *' No, you heard me say that the borough is his, but yon. never heard me say that he ought to be its member. For that honour I had another in my eye, one over whom your lordship's influence has never yet been doubted." " Whom do you mean ? " 2 196 ROLAND CASHEL. " Tom Linton, my lord ; a very unworthy, but a most devoted partisan of your lordship's." " What! Tom — you in parliament? " "Even so, my lord," said Linton, for once in his life — perhnps, the only time — that a flash of angry meaning c loured his calm features. "I am sorry that the notion should so palpably wake your lordship's amazement." "No— no — no! I didn't mean that. I was only sur- prised. In fact, you took me unawares— we were talking of Cashel." " Precisely, my lord ; we were discussing the probable career of a person so eminently gifted witJi statesmanlike qualities ; then, how could I possibly hope for patience when introducing to your notice abilities so humble as my own?" " But is it possible — is this practicable, Linton ? " " With your assistance it is certain. The influence of your lordship's rank would give such weight to your opinions, that if you were only to say to him, ' Send Linton into parliament as your member,' the thing is done." " I have my doubts." " I have none whatever — I know the man well. He is dying to conform to anything that he supposes to be the discipline of his class. Tell him he ought, and he never resists." "I have resolved on not paying this visit," said Kilgoff", after a brief pause; "reasons of suSicient weight deter- mined me." " Oh, my lord, pai'don the freedom, but I must say that they had need be strong reasons to weigh against all the advantages I can show from the opposite course." '' They are, sir, very strong reasons, nor do I deem it necessary to advert to them again ; enough that I esteem them sufficient." " Of course, my lord, I never dreamed of calling them in question ; they must needs be cogent arguments which counterpoise the opposite scale — a high diplomatic career - — a representative peerage — this there could be no doubt of." " How do you mean ? " broke in Kilgoff", abruptly. '* Simply that this young man becomes your trump card, I i " UNDER THE GREEN-WOOD TREE." 197 if you. only please to take bim up. As yet he has resisted the advances made by Downie Meek and his set, because of my watchfulness, but soonei- or later some party will catch him, and when one thinks how few men with a large unencumbered fortune we possess here, with a great county interest, two boroughs, for he owns Knockgarvan as well, the prize is really worth having, particularly as it only needs the stretching out the hand to take." Lord KilgofF mused and seemed to ponder over the words. He entertained small doubts of his " friend " Linton's capacity ; but he had very considerable suspicions of his principles, and it is a strange fact that people wil- ling to commit very gross breaches of fair dealing them- selves are exceedingly scnapulous respecting the fair fame of their associates in iniquity, so admirably accommodating is a worldly conscience ! "Well, sir," said he, at length, "the price — name the price. What are we to pay for the article ? — that is the question." " I have said, my lord, it is to be had for asking. Your lordship has only to take the territory, as our naval men do the chance islands they meet with in the Southern Pacific. Land and plant your flag — voiJa toutV "But you have heard me observe ah^eady," said he, in a querulous tone, " that I dislike the prospect of this visit — that in fact it would be exceedingly disagreeable to me." " Then I have nothing more to say, my lord," said Lin- ton, coolly, while he took up his hat and gloves. " I can only congratulate you on the excellence of your political prospects, which can dispense with a strong alliance to be had so easily." " Our measures of value are very different, Mr. Linton," said Lord Kilgoff, proudly. " Still, to prove that this is no caprice on my part " — here he stopped abruptly, while his heightened colour showed the degree of embarrassment lie laboured under — " to show you that I have — in order to explain my motives " Here he took a cautious glance around the room, walked to the door, opened and shut it again, and then drawing his ai'm within Linton's, led him towards a window. For a second or two he seemed unde- cided, and at last, by a great ell'ort, he whispered a few words in Linton's car. 198 ROLAND CASHEL. Uad any third party been there to watch the clFoct of the whispered confidence, he Tni^rht easily have read in the speaking brilliancy of Linton's eyes and in his assured look, that it was of a nature to give him the greatest pleasure. But scarce had his lordship done speaking, when these signs of pleasure give way to a cold, almost stern air of morality, and he said, " But surely, my lord, it were far better to leave her ladyship to deal with such insolent pre- tension " " Hush, not so loud ; speak lower. So I should, Linton, but women never will see anything in these airs of pup- pyism. They persist in thinking, or saying, at least, that they are mere modern fashionable manners, and this endurance on their part gives encouragement. And then, when there happens to be some disparity of years — Lady Kilgoff is my junior — the censorious world seizes on the shadow of a scandal ; in fact, sir, I will not consent to afford matter for newspaper asterisks or figurative descrip- tion." " Your lordship never had a better opportunity of giv- ing open defiance to both. These airs of Cashel are, as you remark, mere puppyism, assumed to get credit for a certain fashionable character for levity. To avoid him would be to acknowledge that there was danger in his society. I don't go so far as to say that he would assert as much, but most assuredly the world would for him. I think I hear the ready comments on your absence : I Were not the Kilgoffs expected here?' 'Oh, they were invited, but Lord Kilgoff was afraid to venture. Cashel had been paying attentions.' In a word, every species of impertinence that malevolence and envy can fancy would be fabricated. Your lordship knows the world far better than I do ; and knows, besides, the heavy price a man pays for being the possessor of a high capacity and a handsome wife ; these are two insults that the less fortu- nate in life never do, or never can forgive." "Well, what is it you counsel?" " To meet these calumnies in the face ; small slandei-s, like weak fires, are to be trampled out ; to tamper with such, is to fan the flame which at last will scorch you. Besides, to take another view of the matter ; her ladyship is young, and has been m.uch admired ; how will she accept "under the green-wood tree." 199 this seclusion ? I don't speak of the present case ; besides, I suppose that tliis country visit would bore her beyond measure. But how will she rcirard it in other instances ? O Is it not an implied fear on your lordshi[)'s part ? you, who have really nothing to dread in competition with any man. I only know, if I were in your place, how I should actually seize the very opportunity of openly flouting such calum- nious rumour ; never was there an occasion to do so on cheaper terms. This Roland Cashel is an underbred " There is a great deal in Avhat you say, Linton. But as jealousy is a feeling of which I have never had any experience, I was only anxious on Lady's KilgofF's account, that the thoughtless gaiety of a very young- and handsome woman should not expose her to the sarcastic insinua- tions of an impertinent world. She is gay in manner — there is an air of lively imagination " " No more than what the French call ' amahilite,' my lord, which, like the famed armour of IMilan is not the less defensive that it is so beautiful in all its details." " Well, then I'll not send the note," said Lord KilgofF, as he took up the letter, and tearing it, threw the frag- ments into the fire ; " of course, Linton, this convei'sation is strictly confidential?" " Your lordship has never found mo unworthy of such a trust." " Never ; nor, I must say, would it be for your advan- tage to become so." Linton bit his lip, and for a second or two seemed burning to make a rejoinder, but overcoming the tempta- tion assumed his careless smile, and said, — " I leave you, my lord, greatly gratified that chance led me to pay this visit. I sincerely believe, that in the counsels I have offered, I have at least been able to be of service to you." Lord KiJgoff presented his hand in acknowledgment of the speech, but it was accorded with an air which seemed to say, " Well, here is a receipt in full for your devoted- ness." Linton took it in the same spirit, and left the room, as though deeply impressed with all the honour he enjoyed in such a noble friendship. 200 KOLAND CASUEL. Hastening down tho stairs, lie sprang into tlio saddle of liis horse, and cantering up the street, turned towards the road which leads to the Phoenix Park. It was about the hour when the equipaoes were wont to throng that pro- menade, but Linton did not seem desirous of joining tliat gay crowd, for he took a cross-path through the fields, and after a sharp vide of half-an-hour, readied a low paling which skirted the park on the eastward ; here, at a small cottage kept by one of the ran<,'crs, a little door led in, passing through which he found himself in one of the long green alleys of that beautiful tract. A boy, who seemed to be ready waiting, now took his horse, and Linton entered the wood and disappeared. He did not proceed far, however, within the shady copse, for after going a short distance he perceived a carriage standing in the lane, by the door of which a footman waited, with a shawl upon his arm. The coachman, with his whip posed, sat talking with his fellow-servant, so that Linton saw that the carriage had no occupant. He now hastened along, and speedily emerging at a little grassy opening of the wood, came in sight of a lady walking at some distance in front. The fashionable air and splendid dress, which might have suited the most brilliant promenade of a great city, seemed strange in such a lone, unvisited spot. Linton lost no time in over- taking her, only diminishing his speed as he came closer, when, with his hat removed, and in an attitude of the most humble deference, he said, — " Pray let me stand excused if T ara somewhat behind my time; the fault was not my own." " Oh, say nothing about it," said a soft musical voice, and Lady Kilgotf turned an easy smile towards him. " ' Qui s'excuse, s'accuse,' says the French proverb, and I never dreamt of the accusation. Is it not a lovely day here ? " Linton was too much piqued to answer at once, but re- covering, he said, " Without seeking to apologize for an absence that was not felt, let me return to the subject. I assure your ladyship that I had been detained by Lord Kilgoft', who was pleased to bestow a more than ordinaiy share of his conlidence upon me, and even condescended to ask my counsel." " UNDER THE GBEEN-'WOOD TREE." 201 " How flattering ! Which you gave, I hope, with all the sincerity for which you are famous." Linton tried to smile, but not very successfully. " AV'hat then was this wonderful mystery? Not tho representative peerage, I trust ; I'm sure I hope that question is at rest for ever." "You are quite safe there — he never mentioned it." " Oh, then it was his diplomatic ambition — ain't I right ? Ah, I knew it. I knew it. How very silly, or how very wicked you must be, Mr. Linton, to encourage these day-dreams — you who have not the excuse of hal- lucinations, who read the book of life as it is written, without fanciful interpretations." " I certainly must disclaim your panegyric. I had one hallucination, if so you term it ; it was that you wished, ardently wished, for the position which a foreign ' mission' bestows. A very natural wish, I freely own, in one so worthy in eveiy way to grace and adorn it." " Well, so I did some time back, but I've changed my mind. I don't think I should like it — I have been recon- sidering the subject." "And your ladyship inclines now rather to seclusion and rural pleasures — how fortunate that I should have been able to serve your interests there also." " What do you mean ? " said she, with a stare, while a deep scarlet suffused her cheek. " I alluded to a country visit which you fancied might be made so agreeably, but which his lordship had the bad taste to regard less favourably." " Well, sir, you did not presume to give any opinion ? " "I really did. I had all the hardihood to brave Lord Kilgofi's most fixed resolves. You were aware that he declined Mr. Cashel's invitation?" She nodded, and he went on, — " Probably, too, knowing the reasons for that refusal?" " No, sir ; the matter was indifferent to me, so I never troubled my head about it. My lord said we shouldn't go, and I said, ' Very well,' and there it ended." Now, although this was spoken with a most admirably feigned indifference, Linton was too shrewd an observer not to penetrate the deception. " I am doubly unlucky this day," said he, at last, " first 202 EOLAND CASIIEL. to employ all my artifices to plan a ministerial success to which you are actually averse, and secondly, to carry a point to which you are indifferent." "Dare I ask, if the question be not an indiscreet one, what peculiar interest Mr. Linton can have, either in our acceptance or refusal of this invitation ? " " llavc I not said that I believed you desired it ? " replied he, with a most meaning look. " Indeed j'ou read inclinations most skilfully, only that you interpret them by anticipation." "This is too much," said Linton, in a voice whoso passionate earnestness showed that all dissimulation was at an end, " far too much ! The genteel comedy that wo play before the world, madam, might be laid aside for a few moments here. When I asked for this interview, and you consented to give it " " It was on tbe express stipulation that you should treat me as you do in society, sir," broke she in — " that there should be no attempt to fall back upon an intimacy which can never be resumed." "When I promised, I intended to have kept my word, Laura," said he, in deep dejection ; " I believed I could have stifled the passion that consumes me, and talked to you in the words of sincere, devoted friendship, but I cannot. Old memories of once hapjDiness, brought up too vividly by seeing you, as I used to see you, when in many a country walk we sauntered on, dreaming of the time when, mine, by every tie of right, as by aflection " " How you requited that ali'ection, Linton ! " said she, in a tone whose deep reproach seemed actually to stun liim. Then suddenly changing to an air of disdainful anger, she continued : " You are a bold man, Linton. I thought it would be too much for even your hardihood to recur to a theme so full of humiliation for yourself ; but I know your theory, sir: you think there is a kind of heroism in exaggerated baseness, and that it is no less great to transcend men in crime than in virtue. You dare to speak of an aflection that you betrayed and bartered for money ! " " I made you a peeress, madam. When you were Laura Gardiner, you couldn't have spoken to me as now you speak." "under the green- wood tree." 203 *' If I consented to tlie vile contract, it was that, when I discovered your baseness, any refuge was preferable to being- the wife of one like you ! " " A most complimentary assurance, not only to myself, but his lordship," said Linton, with an insolent smile. " Now, hear me," said she, not noticing the taunt, but speaking with a voice of deep collected earnestness. " It is in vain to build upon time or perseverance — the allies you trast so deeply — to renew the ties broken for ever. If I had no other higher and more sustaining motive, my knowledge of you would be enough to rescue me from this danger. I know you well, Linton. You have often told me what an enemy you could be. This, at least, I believe of all that you have ever sworn ! I have a full faith, too, in your ingenuity and skill : and yet I would rather brave both — ay, both hate and craft — than trust to what you call your honour." "You do indeed know me well, Laura," said he, in a voice broken and faltering, " or you never had dared to speak such words to me. There is not one breathing could have uttered them and not pay the penalty, save yourself I feel in my inmost heart how deeply I have wronged you, but is not my whole life an atonement for the wrong ? Am I not heartbroken and wretched, without a hope or a future ? What greater punishment did any one ever incur than to live in the daily sight and con- templation of a bliss that his own folly or madness have for ever denied him ; and yet, to that same suffering do I cling, as the last tie that Ijinds me to existence. To see you in the world, to watch you, to mark the effect your grace and beauty are making on all around you — how every fascination calls up its tribute of admiration — how with each day some new excellence develops itself, till you seem inexhaustible in all the traits of graceful womanhood, this has been the cherished happiness of my life ! It was to this end I laboured to induce the acceptance of that invitation that once more, beneath the same roof, I should see you for days long. Your own heart must confess how I have never before the world forgotten the distance that separates us. There is then no fear that I should resign every joy that yet remains to me for any mumeutary in- dulgence of speaking to you as my heart feels. No, no, 204 ROLAND CASHEL. Laura, you Lave nothing to dread eitlier from my hato or my love." " To wliat end, then, was it that you asked me to meet you here to-day ? " said she, in a voice in which a touch of compassionate sorrow was blended. " Simply to entreat, that if I should succeed in per- suading his lordship to accept this visit, you would throw no obstacle in the way on your side." " And if I consent, shall I have no cause to rue my compliance ? " " So fnr as depends on me, none, on my honour ! " It had been better for Linton's cause that he had omitted the last words, at least, as Laura turned away her head, a curl of insolent meaning was on her lip, but she did not speak, and they now walked along, side by side, in silence. " You will go then ?" said he, at last, in a low whisper. "Yes," said she, faintly. Linton stole a glance at her unperceived, and suddenly the sparkle of his eyes and the elation of his whole ex- pression showed the transport of pleasure he experienced. " Now for one word of caution," said Linton, as drawing closer to her side he assumed the tone of sincei'e friendship. "Lord Kilgoff has just revealed to me, in deep confidence, that he has been much offended by certain attentions shown to you by this Mr. Cashel, and which were of so marked a nature that he was almost determined never to admit his intimacy in future. Had his lordship known you as well as I do, he might have spared himself this anxiety. I believe such savage excellence as his has few attractions for you, nor, save the admiration that all must yield you, has the youth taste or feeling to appi'eciate your excel- lence. However, ' my lord ' is jealous ; let it be your care, by knowledge of the fact, not to incur anything to sustain the suspicion." " How very absurd all this is. Do you know that Mr. Cashel did not condescend to pay me the poor compliment of a special invitation to his house, but asked my lord to come, and hoped I would accompany him ; just as people invite their humbler acquaintances, hoping that only half the I'equest may be accorded." "He is underbred even to barbarism," said Lintou, *'■ UNDER THE GKEEN-WOOD TREE." 205 " He seems a most good-natured creature, and full of generosity." " Overvvealtli has sometimes that air. When the glass is brimful, none but the steadiest hand can carry, without spilling, the wine." " He does not appear even to make the effort. They tell me he has squandered some thousands ah'eady, making presents to every one who will accept them." " He gave me this cane," said Linton, superciliously, exhibiting a little riding cane, which he had taken himself out of Cashel's hand, and was of no value whatever. "Not any great evidence of exaggerated generosity," said he. " As to his house, however, I trust its honours may be well done ; he has given me carte blanche, and I must only try and not disgrace my pi^erogalive." " How very late it is — nearly seven," said Lady Kilgoff, looking at her watch. "Shall I see your ladyship to your carriage?" said Linton. " I think not," said she, blushing slightly ; " as I left it unaccompanied, so I shall return to it. Good-bye." She held out her hand as she spoke, but slightly averted her head, so that Linton could not mark the expression of her features. As it was, he pressed the gloved fingers to his lips, but, when doing so, contrived to unclasp her bracelet, a singularly rich one, and a present from Lord Kilgoif on the day of her marriage. This ho let fall noise- lessly on the grass, and murmured, in a low voice, " Good-bye." Lady Kilgoff, hastily wrapping her shawl about her, left the spot. Linton watched her till he had seen her seated in the carriage, and continued to gaze after it, as it drove rapidly away, and so intently occupied by his thoughts, that he did not notice the approach of a horseman, who came up at a walking pace behind him. " Eh, Tom ! " cried out Lord Charles Frobisher, " this is flying at high game ! " " You are mistaken, Charley," said he, in some confusion. " This ' meeting under the green-wood tree ' was nothing less than a love affair." " Oh, hang your morality, Mr. Joseph ; it's rather good fun to see the ' insolent beauty ' of the season capitulating." 206 ROLAND CASHEL. " Wrong again," said Linton, affecting a langh. " Ever- ton is in a scrape, and his wife wants me to get liim out of the way " " Nonsense, man, I saw the carriage ; there is no need of mystifying here. Besides, it's no affair of mine — I'm sure I wish it were ! Bat come, what are the odds on Ilitchley's colt — are seven to two taken ? " " Don't bet," said Linton, knowingly ; " there is some- thing ' wrong ' in that stable, and I haven't found out the secret." " What a deep fellow you are, Tom." "Nothing of the kind, Charley. If I were, you'd never have discovered it. Your only deep fellow is he that the world deems shallow — your light-hearted, rattling knave, whose imputed thoughtlessness covers every breach of faith, and makes his veriest schemes seem purely accident. But, once get the repute of being a clever or a smart fellow, and success is tenfold more difficult. The world, then, only plays with you as one does with a sharper, betting small stakes, and keeping a steady eye on the cards. Your own sleepy eye, Charley, your languid, careless look, are a better provision than most men give their younger children." Lord Charles lifted his long eyelashes lazily, and, for a second, something like a sparkle lit up his cold, dark eye, but it was gone in a moment, and his habitually lethargic expression once more returned. "You heard that we were nearly 'out,' I suppose? " said he, after a pause. " Yes. This is the second time that I bought Downie Meek's carriage-horses on the rumour of a change of administration." " And sold them back again at double the pric6> when he found that the ministry were safe ! " " To be sure ; wasn't it a ' good hedge ' for him to be Secretary for Ireland at the cost of a hundred or so ? " " You'll get the name of spreading the false intelligence, Tom, if you always profit so much by it." " With all my heart. I wish sincerely some good- natured fellow would lay to my charge a little roguery that I had no share in. I have experienced all manner and shades of sensations, but injured innocence, that would really be new to me." *' UNDER THE GEEEN-WOOD TREE." 207 " Well," siglied Lord Cliarles, with a, yawn, " I suppose we have only a short time before us here. The end of the session will scarcely see ns in office." "About that: by keeping all hands at the pumps we may float the ship into liarbour, but no more." "And what's to become of us?" said the aide-de-camp, with a deep depression in his accent. " The usual lot of a crew paid off"," cried Linton, laugh- ing ; " look out for a new craft in commission, and go to sea again. As for joxi, Charley, you can either marry something in the printed-calico line, with a hundred and fifty thousand, or, if you prefer it, exchange into a light cavalry corps at Suntanterabund." "And you?" said Lord Charles, with something almost of sternness. " I ? Oh, as for me, I have many alternatives. I can remain a Whig, and demand office from the Tories — a claim Peel has never resisted. I can turn Repealer, and be pen- sioned by something in the Colonies. I can be a waiter on Providence, and live on all parties by turns. In fact, Charley, there never was a better age for your ' adventurer ' than this year of our Lord 18 — . All the geography of party has been erased, and it is open to every man to lay down new territorial limits." " But for any case of the kind you should have a seat in Parliament. " So I mean it, my boy. I intend to represent I'm sure I forget the name of my constituency — in the next assemblage of the collective wisdom." " How do you manage the qualification ?" said the aide- de-camp, slily. " The man who gives the borough must take care of that; it's no affair of mine," said Linton, carelessly. " I only supply the politics." " And wliat are they to be ?" " Cela depend. You might as well ask me what dress I'll wear in the changeable climate of an L"ish July." " Then you'll take no pledges ?" " To be sure I will ; every one asked of me. I only stipulate to accompany each with a crotchet of my own, BO that, like the gentleman who emptied his snuff-box over the peas, I'll leave the dish uneatable by any but myself." 208 IlOLA^'D CASHED. " Well, good-bye, Tom," said Lord Charles, laugliinc?. " If you only be as loyal in love as you promise to be in politics, our fair friend is scarcely fortunate." And so saying, he cantered slowly away. " Poor fellow !" said Linton, contemptuously, "your little bit of principle haunts you like a superstition." And with this reflection, he stepped out briskly to where the boy was standing with his horse. " Oh, Mr. Linton, darlin,' only sixpence ! and I here 1 this two hours?" said the ragged urchin, with a cunning leer, half roguery, half shame. " And where could you have earned sixpence, you scoundrel, in that time ?" cried Linton, affecting anger. ai " Faix, I'd have earned half-a-crown if I'd got up on t( the beast and rode down to Bilton's," said the fellow, grinning. "You'd have had your skull cracked with this cane, the next time I met you, for your pains," said the other, really enraged, while he chucked a shilling at him. " Success to your honour — all's right," said the boy. And touching his cap, he scampered off into the wood, and disappeared. " You shall have a sea voyage, my friend," said Linton, looking after him ; *' a young gentleman with such powers of observation would have a fine opening in our colonies." And away he rode towards town, his bi-ain revolving many a complex scheme and lucky stratagem, but still with ready smile acknowledging each salutation of his friends, and conveying the impression of being one whose easy nature was unruffled by a care. 209 CHAPTER XIX. THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. "Of ' sweet fifteen ' uo mortal e'er afraid is, Your real ' man traps ' are old maiden ladies." The Leoact. It was late of that same afternoon ere Cashel awoke. Mr. Phillis had twice adventured into the room on tiptoe, and as stealthily retired, and was now, for the third time, about to retreat, when Roland called him back. "Beg pardon, sir; but Mrs. Kennjfeck's footman has been here twice for the answer to this note." " Let me see it," said Cashel, taking a highly-perfumed epistle, whose tinted paper, seal, and superscription were all in the perfection of epistolary coquetry. " Dear Mr. Cashel, — Mamma desires me to convey her reproaches for your shocking forgetfulness of yes- terday, when, after promising to dine here, you never appeared. She will, however, not only forgive the past, but be gi'ateful for the present, if you. will come to us to-day at seven, " Believe me, very truly yours, " Olivia Kenntpeck." Simple and common-place as the words were, Cashel read them over more than once. I know not if any of my male readers can corroborate rae, but I have always thought there is some mysterious attrac- tion in even the most everyday epistle of a young and pretty woman. The commonest social forms assume a different meaning, and we read the four letters which spell " dear " in any acceptation very remote from what they inspire when written by one's law agent; and then, the concluding "yours truly," or "faithfully yours," or better again " ever yours," what suggestive little words they are ! how insinuating in their portraiture of a tie, which possibly might, but does not actually, bind the parties. VOL. r. P 210 ROLAND CASHEL. If my readers concur not in these sympathies, I have great satisfaction in saying that Roland Cashel did. He not only sat gazing at the few lines, but he looked so long at them as to half believe that the first word was a super- lative ; then, suddenly rousing himself he asked the hour. It was already past six. He had oidy time, then, for a verbal " With pleasure," and to dress for dinner. It seemed like a reproach on his late mode of living, the pile of unopened letters, which in imposing mass Mr. Phillis had arrayed on his master's dressing-table. They contained specimens of everything epistolary which falls to the lot of those favoured children of fortune who, having " much to give," are great favourites with the world. There were dear little pressing invitations signed by the lady of the house, and indited in all the caligraphy of the governess. There were begging letters from clergymen with large families, men who gave so " many hostages to fortune," that they actually ruined themselves in their OAvn ''recognizances." Flatteries, which, if not written on tinted paper, might have made it blush to bear them, mixed up with tradesmen's assurances of fidelity and punctuality, and bashful apologies for the indelicacy of any allusion to money. Oh, it is a very sweet world this of ours, and amiable withal ! save that the angelic smile it bestows on one part of the creation has a sorry counterpart in the sardonic grin with which it regards the other. Our finend Cashel was in the former category, and he tossed over the letters carelessly, rarely breaking a seal, and, even then, satisfied with a mere glance at the contents, or the name of the writer, when he suddenly caught sight of a large square- shaped epistle, marked " Sea-letter." It was in a hand he well knew, that of his old comrade Enrique, and burning with anxiety to hear of him, he threw himself into a chair, and broke the seal. The very first words which met his eye shocked him. "St. Kitt's, Jamaica. " Ay, Eoland, even so. St. Kitt's, Jamaica ! heavily ironed in a cell at the top of a strong tower over the sea, with an armed sentry at my door, I write this ! a prisoner fettered and chained, I, that could not brook the very orders THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. 21 1 of discipline ! Well, well, it is only cowardice to repine. Truth is, amigo, I've had no luck since j'ou left us. It was doubtless yours that sustained me so long, and when you withdrew from the tirm, I became bankrupt, and yet, this is pretty much what we used once, in merry mood, to predict for each other, ' the loop and the leap.' " How shall I tell 3'ou so briefly as neither to weary you to read, nor myself to write it, my last sad misfortune P I say the last, because the bad luck took a run against me. First, I lost everything I possessed at play — the very pis- tols you sent me, I staked and lost. Worse still, Roland — and faith I don't think I could make the confession, if a few hours, or a few days more, were not to hide my shame in a felon's grave — I played the jewels you sent here for JMaritana. She i"e fused them with words of bitterness and anger. Partly from the irritated feeling of the moment, partly from the curse of a gambler's spirit — the hope to weai-y out the malice of fortune — I threw tliem on the monte-table. Of course I lost. It was soon after this Barcelonetta was laid in ruin by a shock of earthquake, the greatest ever experienced here. The ' Quadro ' is a mere mass of chaotic rubbish. The ' Puerta Mayor,' with all its statues, is engulphed, and an arm of the sea now washes up and over the beautiful gardens where the Governoi" gave his fete. The villa, too, rent from roof to basement, is a ruin ; vast yawning gulfs intersect the par- terres everj'wheve ; the fountains are dried up ; the trees l)lasted by lightning ; and a red-brown surface of ashes strewn over the beauteous turf where we used to stroll by moonlight. The old tree that sheltered our monte-table stands uninjured, as if in mockery over our disasters ! I'.Iaritana's hammock was slung- beneath the branches, and there she lay, careless of — naj^ I could almost say, if the words did not seem too strange for truth, actually pleased by — the dreadful event. I went to take leave of her ; it was the last night we were to spend on shore. I little knew it was to be the last time we should ever meet. Pedro passed the night among the ruins of the villa, en- deavouring to recover papers and valuables amid that disastrous mass. Geizheiraer was always with him, and as Noronja and the rest soon fell oiF to sleep, wearied by a day of great fatigue, I sat alone beside her hammock p 2 212 ROLAND CASHEL. till dfiy was breaking. Oli, would that night could have lasted for j-ears, so sweetly tranquil were the starlit hours, so calm and yet so full of hopeful pi-omise. What hrilliant pictures of ambition did she, that young, untaught girl, present to my eyes — how teach me to long for a cause ■whose rewards were higher, and greater, and nobler than the prizes of this wayward life. I would have spoken of my alFection, my deep felt, long-cherished love, but, with a half-scornful laugh, she stopped me, saying, ' Is this leafj' shade so like a fair lady's boudoir that; you can per- suade yourself to trifle thus, or is your own position so dazzling that you deem the offer feo share it a flattery ?' " " I'm afraid, sir," said Mr. Phillis, here obtruding his head into the room, " that you'll be very late. It is already more than half-past seven o'clock." " So it is ! " exclaimed Cashel, starting up, while ho muttered something not exceedingly complimentary to his host's engagement. " Is the carriage I'cady ? " And without sta} ing to hear the reply, hurried downstairs, the open letter still in his hand. Scarcely seated in the cari-iage, Cashel resumed the readincr of the letter. Eafrer to trace the circumstances ■which led to his friend's captivity, he hastily ran his eyes over the lines till he came to the following : " There could be no doubt of it. The Esmeralda, our noble frigate, was not in the service of the Republic, but by some infamous treaty between Pedro and Karochez, the minister, was permitted to carry the flag of Columbia. We Avere slavers, buccaneers, pirates — not sailors of a state. When, there- fore, the British wai'-brig Scorjnon sent a gun across our bows, with an order to lie to, and we replied by showing our main-deck ports open, and our long eighteens all ready, the challenge could not be mistaken. We were near enough to hear the cheering, and it seemed, too, they heard ours; we wanted but yon, Roland, among us to have made our excitement madness ! " The carriage drew up afc Kennyfeck's door as Cashel had i^ead thus far, and in a state of mind bordering on fever he entered the hall and passed up the stairs. The clock struck eight as he presented himself in the drawing- room, where the family were assembled, the number increased by two strangers, who were introduced to I' /\Ti r -<:. on i Ti o- Qr THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. 213 Roland as Mrs. Kennyfeck's sister, Miss O'Hara, an elderly maiden lady, with a light brown wig; and a raw- boned, much-freckled young man, Peter O'Gorman, her nephew. N'othing could be more cordial than the reception of the Kenny fecks ; they affected not to think that it was so late, vowed that the clock was too fast, were certain that Mr. Cashel's watch was right ; in fact, his presence was a receipt in full for all the anxieties of delay, and so they made him feel it. There was a little quizzing of Roland, as they seated themselves at table, over his forgetfulness of the day before, but so good-humouredly as not to occasion, even to himself, the slig;htest embarrassment. " At breakfast at the barrack ! " repeated Miss Kenny- feck after him. " What a formidable atiair, if it always lasts twenty-four hours." *' What do you mean? How do you know that?" asked Roland, half in shame, half in surprise, at this knowledge of his movements. " Not to speak of the brilliant conversation, heightened by all the excitement of wit, champagne, and hazard — dreadful competitors with such tiresome society as ours," said Olivia. " Xever mind them, Mr. Cashel," broke in Miss O'Hara, in a mell'iluous Doric ; " 'tis jealous they are, because you liked tlie officers better than themselves." A most energetic dissent was entered by Cashel to this supposition, who nevertheless felt grateful for the advocacy of the old lady. " When I was in the Cape Coast Fencibles," broke in Peter, with an accent that would have induced one to believe Africa was on the Shannon, "we used to sit up all night — it was so hot in the day ; but we always called it breakfast, for you see " "And when arc we to visit your pictures, llv. Cashel?" said Mrs. Kenny feck, whose eiforts to su{ipvess Peter were not merely vocal, as that injured individual's shins might attest. " Tliat depends entirely on you, madam," said Roland, bowing. " I have onl7 to say, the earlier the more agree- able to me." 214 ROLAND CASIIEL, " lie lias such a beautiful collection," said Mrs. Kenny- fcclc, turuing to her sister. " Indeed, then, I deliglit in pictures," said " Aunt Fanny," as her nieces called her. " I went the other day to Mount Bennett, to see a portrait painted by Rousseau." "By Rubens, I suppose you mean, aunt," interposed Miss Kenny f'cek, tartly. " So it may be, my dear, I never know the names right ; but it was a dark old man, with a haiiy cap and. a long grey beard, as like Father Morris Ileflernan as ever it could stare." " Is your new Carlo Dolce so very like Olivia? " intei'- posed Mrs. Kennyfeck, who was sadly hampered by her country relatives and their reminiscences. " So very like, madam, that I beg you to accept it as a portrait," replied Roland. "Upon my word, then, young gentleman, you're not so fond, of a pretty face as you might be," broke in Aunt Fanny, " or you wouldn't be so ready to give it away." A very hearty laugh at the old lady's eccentricity relieved. Cashel from all necessity of explanation. " The old masters are so good," said Mrs, Kennyfeck ; " I delight in their fine vigorous touch." " Why don't they put more clothes on their figures," said. Aunt Fanny, " even a warm climate is no excuse for the way the creatures went about." " If you saw them in Hickweretickanookee," said Peter, " King John never wore anything but a cocked-hat and a pair of short black gaiters the missionary gave him for learning the Lord's Prayer." " I hear that Lady Janet said Gary would be an excel- lent study for Helen M'Gi^egor," said Mrs. Kennyfeck. " It was scarcely civil, however." " It was more — downright rude," said Cashel, redden- ing ; " but Miss Kennyfeck can afford to pay the penalty beauty always yields to its opposite." " There, my dear, that's a compliment," said Aunt Fanny, " and don't be displeased. I say, darling, didn't he say a while ago you wei'e like somebody at Carlow r " " A Carlo Dolce, aunt," broke in both sisters, laughing; and so the dinner proceeded amid common-places, relieved occasionally from their flatness by the absurdities of Aunt THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. 215 FariTiy, who seemed as good-naturedly pi'oof againt ridi- cule as she was likely to evoke it. Peter was the first to rise from table, as he was anxious to go to " the play," and the ladies soon retired to the drawing-room, Mrs. Kennyfeck slily whispering, as she passed behind Roland's chair, an entreaty that he would not long delay in following them. Cashel's anxiety to close his tete-a-tete arose from another cause — his burning anxiety to finish Enrique's letter ; while Kennyfeck him- self seemed beating about, uncertain how to open subjects he desired to have discussed. After a long pause, he said, — " I was speaking to Pepystell yesterday, and he is of opinion that there is no use in preserving any part of the old structure at Tubbermore — the great difficulty of adapting a new character of architecture to the old would not repay the cost." Cashel nodded a careless assent, and, after a pause, Kennyfeck resumed : — '' It mioht be of some convenience at present, however, to let the building stand as it is. A residence of one kind or other you will want, particularly as the elections are approaching. Another nod in silence was all the reply. " Pepystell's estimate is large — don't you think so ? " He nodded again. "Nearly seventy thousand pounds! And that does not include the gate tower, which seems a point for after con- sideration." " I remember," muttered Cashel, in a voice that implied anything rather than a mind attentive to the subject before it. " Now, it would be as well," said Mr. Kennyfeck, draw- ing a long breath, and as it were preparing himself for a great eifort, " to put a little order into our affairs. Your first year or two will be costly ones — building expenses, equipage, horses, furniture, election charges. Much of your capital is vested in foreign securities, which it would be injurious to sell at this moment. Don't you think " — here he clianged his voice to an almost insinuating soft- ness — " don't you think that by devoting a certain portion of your income — say a third, or one-half, perhaps — for the present, to meet these charges " He paused, for 216 HOLAND CASHEL. Tie saw from Cashel's occupied look that lie was not attending to his words. " Well — continue," said Roland, affecting to wait for his conclusion. " I was about to ask, sir," said Kennyfeck, boldly, "what sum would you deem sufficientfor your yearly expenditure ?" "What is the amount of my income ? " asked Cashel, bluntly. " In good years, something above sixteen thousand pounds ; in bad ones, somewhat less than twelve." " Well, then — you have the scale of my expenditure at once." " Not your whole income ? " exclaimed Kennyfeck, astonished. " Even so. I see no earthly reason for hoarding. I do not find that squandering money is any very high enjoy- ment ; I am certain scraping and saving it would afford me still less pleasure." But there are always casualties demanding extra- ordinary expense — a contested election, for instance." " I'll not try it— I don't intend to enter Parliament." " When you marry- " " Perhaps I shall not do that either." "Well, sums lost at play — the turf has pressed on many a strong pocket." *' Play has no fascination for me, I can give it up — I may almost say I have done so." "Not without paying a heavy penalty, however," said Kennyfeck, whose animation showed that he had at last approached the territoi-y he was so long in search of. " How do you mean?" said Cashel, blushing deeply, as he began to fear that by some accident his secret visit to the money-lender had reached Kennyfeck's ears. "Your drafts on Latrobe, sir, whose account I have received to-day, are very heavy." " Oh, is that all ? " said Cashel, carelessly. " All ! all ! " repeated Kennyfeck ; then, suddenly cor- recting himself, he added, " I am almost certain, sir, that your generous habits have over-mastered your prudence. Ai'e you aware of having drawn fifty thousand pounds?" " No, I really was not," replied Cashel, smilino- more at ihe attorney's look ot consternation than anytliing el>;e. THE DOMESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. 217 " I fancied about half as mucli. Pray teil me some of the items. No, no, not from book ; that looks too formal • — ^jn.st from memory." " Well, there are horses without number — one bought with all his eugagements for the Oaks, which amount to a forfeiture of four thousand pounds." " I remember that — a piece of Linton's blundei'ing ; but he lost more heavily himself, poor fellow, our steed Lanzknecht having turned out a dead failure." " Then there is something about a villa at Cowes, which I am certain you never saw." " No ; but I have a drawing of it somewhere — a pretty thing under a cliff, with a beautiful bay of deep water, and good anchoi'age. Linton knows all about it." " Twelve thousand pounds is a large sum to give without ever seeing the purchase." " So it is — but go on." " I cannot remember one-half ; but there is plate and jewels ; sums advanced for building ; subscriptions to everything and everybody ; a heavy amount transmitted to the Havannah." "Very true ; and that reminds me of a letter which I received at the ver}^ moment 1 was leaving home. Have I your leave to finish the reading ? It is from an old and valued comrade." " Of course — don't think of me for an instant," said Kennyfeck, scarcely able to repi'ess au open acknowledg- ment of his amazement at the coolness wliich could turn from so interesting a topic to the, doubtless commonplace, narrative of some Mexican sailor. Cashel was, meanwhile, searching every pocket for the letter, which he well remembered, after reading in the carriage, to have crushed in his hand as he ascended the stairs. " I have dropped this letter," said he, in a voice of great agitation. " May I ask if your servants have found it ? " Tlie bell was rung, and the butler at once interrogated. lie had seen nothing, neither had the footman They both remembered, however, that Mr. Phillis had accom- panied his master to the foot of the stairs to receive some diix'ctions, and then leit hiiu to return with tlio 213 ROLAND CASHEL. ''So, then, Pbillis must liavo found it.," said Cashcl, rising hastily ; and, without a word of apology or excuse, he bade his host a hurried good evening, and left the room. \ I " Won't you have the carriage ? Will you not stay for a cup of tea? " cried Mr. Kennyfeck, hastening after him. But the hall-door had already banged heavily behind him, and he was gone. When Cashel reached his bouse, it was to endure increased anxiety, for Mr. Phillis had gone out, and, like a true gentleman's gentleman, none of the other servants knew anything of his haunts, or when he would return. Leaving Cashel, then, to the tortures of a sus- pense which his fervid nature made almost intolerable, we shall return for a brief space to the house he had just quitted, and to the drawing-room, where, in momentary expectation of his appearance, the ladies sat, maintaining that species of " staccato " conversation which can afford interruption with least inconvenience. It is our duty to add, that we bring the reader back here less with any direct object as to what is actually going forward, than to make him better acquainted with the new arrival. Had Miss O'Hara been the mere quiet, easy-going, {simple-minded elderly maiden she seemed to Cashel's eyes, the step on our part had not been needed ; she might, like some other characters of our tale, have been sutfered to glide by, as ghosts or stage-supernumeraries do, unquestioned and undetained, but she possessed quali- ties of a kind to demand somewhat more consideration. Aunt rann}^, to give her the title by which she was best known, was, in reality, a jDerson of the keenest insight into others — reading people at sight, and endowed with a species of intuitive perception of all the possible motives whi6h lead to any action. Residing totally in a small town in the west of Ireland, she rarely visited the capital, and was now, in fact, brought up " special " by her sister, Mrs. Kennyfeck, v^ho desired to have her advice and counsel on the prospect of securing Cashel for one or other of her daughters. It was so far a wise step, that in such a conjuncture no higher opinion could have been obtained. " It was like getting a private hint from the Chancellor about a cause in equity." This was Mr. Kenny feck's own illustration. THE DOJIESTIC DETECTIVE CONSULTED. 219 Aunt Fanny was tlien there in the guise of a domestic detective, to watch proceedings and report on them — a function which simplifies the due conduct of a case, be it in love or law, beyond anything. " How agreeable your papa must be this evening, ray dear! " said Mrs. Kennyfeck, as with a glance at the clock on the mantelpiece she recognized that it was near ten. " I'm sure he is deep in one of his interminable law arguments, which always makes Mr. Cashel so sleepy and so stupid, that he never recovers for the rest of the evening.'' " He ought to find the drawing-room all the pleasanter for the contrast," remarked Miss O'Hara, drily. " I like to see young men — mind me well, young men, it doesn't do with old ones — thoroughly bored before they come among the ladies. The sudden change to the tea, and the wax-lights, and the bright eyes, are trying stimulants. Let them, however, be what they call ' pleasant ' below stair, and they are sure to come up flushed and excited, well satisfied with the host's claret, and only anxious to order the carriage. What o' clock is it now ? " " A quarter past ten, aunt." " Too late ; full three-quartei\s too late," ejaculated she, with the tone of an oracle. " There is nothing your father could have to say should have detained him till now. Play that little Mexican thing again, my dear; and, Livy, love, leave the door a little open ; don't you find the heat of this room intolei'able ? " The young ladies obeyed, and meanwhile Aunt Fanny, drawing her chair closer to her sister's, said, in a lov/ tone, — " Well, explain the matter more clearly. Did he give her the diamonds ? " "No; that is the strangest of all," responded Mrs. Kennyfeck. " He just told Leonard to send them home, and we never heard more about them." Aunt Fanny shook her head. " You know, he asked Olivia, as they were going downstairs, what she thought of them; and she replied, 'Tlicy're beautiful.'" " How did she say it, though ; was it like a mere casual remark, or did she make it with feeling ? " 220 ROLAND CASnEL. " With feeliijg," echoed Mrs. Kcnuyfeck, pursing up her lips. " AVcll ? " " Well ! he just said, ' I'll take them,' and there was an end of it." Aunt Fanny seemed to reflect, and, after some time, said, — " I^ow, as to the horse, when did he make her a present of that?" " It was to Caroline he gave the horse ; sure I told you already." " Very true, so you did ; a bad feature of the case, too ! She ought to have declined it somehow." " So she would," broke in Mrs. Kennyfeck ; " but, you perceive, it was very doubtful, at the time, which of the gix-ls he preferred." "And you tell me this Mr, Linton has such influence over him." " The most absolute. It is only a few weeks since they became acquainted, and now they are inseparable." " What is he like — Linton himself? " Mrs. Kennyfeck gave a most significant signal, by closing up her lips, and slowly nodding her head — a gesture that seemed well understood. " Does Kennyfeck know nothing of his affairs — has he no private history of the man, which might be useful to us ? " " Don't think of that, my dear," rejoined Mrs. Kenny- feck, knowingly ; " but here they come at last." This was said with reference to the sound of footsteps on the stairs, which gradually approached, and at last Mr. Kenny feck made his appearance in the drawing-room. " Where is Mr. Cashel — is he gone ? " asked Mrs. Kenny- feck, in an accent of unusual anxiety. " He went away above an hour ago. He wanted to see a letter, or to write one, or to look for one he had lost — I forget which." " I'm certain you do ! " observed Mrs. Kennyfeck, with an expression of unequivocal contempt. " I am perfectly certain we need not look to you for either information or assistance." Poor Mi\ Kennyfeck was dumbfoundered. The very THE do:mestic detective consulted. 221 words were riddles to him, and he turned to each person about him in silent entreaty for explanation — but none came. " What had you been conversing about ?" asked Aunt Fanny, in that encouraging tone lawyers sometimes use to draw out a reluctant or bashful witness. " Of his money affairs, Miss O'Hara ; and I am grieved to say that the subject had so little interest for him, that he started np and left me on suddenly remembering some- thing about a letter." " Which something you have totally forgotten," re- marked Mrs. Kennyfeck, tartly. "And yet it would be a most important fact for ns," observed Aunt Fanny, with judicial solemnity ; " a letter, whether to read or to write, of such pressing necessity, implies much." " Come, Livy, dear," said Miss Kennyfeck, rising from the pianoforte, and addressing her sister, who sat reading on the sofa, " «;?/ canzonette and your beautiful attitude are so much sweetness thrown away. He's gone without even a thought of either ! There, there, don't look so innocently vacant — you understand me perfectly." A very gentle smile was all the younger sister's reply as she left the room. '• Depend upon it, my dear," said Miss O'Hara to Mrs. Kennyfeck, "that yonng man had made some unhappy connection, that's the secret of this letter, and when they get into a scrape of the kind it puts marriage out of their heads altogether. It was the same with Captain Morris" — here she whispered still lower, the only audible words being, "without my ever suspecting — one evening — a low creature — never set eyes upon — ah, man, man!" And with this exclamation aloud. Aunt Fanny took her candle and retired. About a minute after, however, she re-entered the draw- ing-room, and advancing close to her sister, said, with all the solemnity of deep thought, — " Peter is no good in this case, ray dear ; send him homo at once. That man will 'blaze' for the asking." And with a nod of immense signilicance she finally with- drew. 222 EOLAND CASHEL. CHAPTER XX. HOW Enrique's letxkr was lost axd found, " Arcades auibo — Blackguard.^ both !" In tlio Y.-indow of a very pretty cottage-room overlooking the LifFey, and that romantic drive so well known to Dubliuers as the " low i-oad " to Lucan, safc Tom Linton. He was enjoying a cigar and a glass of weak negus, as a man may enjoy such luxuries seated in the easiest of chairs, looking out upon one of the sweetest of wood- land landscapes, and feeling the while that the whole was " his own." If conscientious scruples had been any part of that gentleman's life philosopliy, he might have suf- fered some misgivings, seeing that the cottage itself, its furniture, the plate, the very horses in the stable and the grooms about it, had been won at the hazard-table, and from one whose beggary ended in suicide. But Linton did not dwell on such things, and if they did for an instant ci'oss his mind, he dismissed them at once with a contemptuous pity for the man who could not build up a fortune by the arts with which he had lost one. He had not begun the world himself with much principle, and all his experiences went to prove that even less would suffice, and that for the purposes of the station he occupied, and the society he frequented, it was only necessary that he should not transgress in his dealings with men of a certain rank and condition ; so that while every transac- tion with jDcople of class and fashion should be strictly on " the square," he was at perfect liberty to practise any number of sharp things with all beneath them. It was the old axiom of knight-errantry adapted to our own century, which made every weapon fair used against the plebeian ! From a pleasant reverie over some late successes and some future ones in anticipation, he was aroused by a gentle tap at the door. " Come in," said he j "I think I guess who it is — Phillis, eh?" HOW Enrique's letter was lost and found. 223 "Yes, sir, you're quite correct," said that individual, advancing from the misty twilight of the room, which Avas only partly lighted by a single alabaster lamp, " I thought I'd find you at home, sir, and I knew this letter might interest you. He dropped it when going up the stairs at Kennyfeck's, and could scarcely have read it through." " Sit down, George — sit down, man — what will you take ? I see you've had a fast drive ; if that was your car I heard on the road, your pace was tremendous. What shall it be — claret — sherry — brandy-and-water ? " " If you please, sir, sherry. I have lost all palate for Bordeaux since I came to Mr. Cashel. We get abomin- able wine from Cullan." " So I remarked myself; but this must be looked to. Come, try that ; it's some of Gordon's, and he would not send a bad bottle to me." " I'm very certain of that, sir. It is excellent." "Now then for the epistle." So saying, he lighted a taper and prepared to read. " Jamaica — oh, a shipmate's letter." " A curious one, too, sir, as you'll say when you read it." Linton, without reply, began to read, nor did he break silence till he finished, when, laying down the paper, he said, " And this very fellow who writes this he actually spoke of inviting to Ireland — to stay some time at his house — to be introduced, in fact, to his acquaintances as a personal friend." '■' It's very sad, sir," sighed Phillis. " I have long been of opinion that I must leave him. The appointments, it is true, are good ; perquisites, too, very handsome — but the future, Mr, Linton — what a future it v>'ill be ! " " It need not be a very near one, at all events," said Linton, smiling ; " you've read this ? " "Just threw an eye over it, sir! " "Well, you see that your excellent master has been little better than a pirate or a slaver." " Very shocking, indeed, sir ! " "Of course this must not go abroad, George." " It would ruin me utterly, sir," •'' To be sure it would. No nobleman, nor any gentle- man of rank or fashion, could think of engaging your I 224 r.OLAND CASIIEL. services after such an appointment. Happily, George, vou raaj not require such, if you only mind your hits. Your master can afford to make your fortune, and never know himself the poorer. Come, how go on matters latterly at No. 50 ? " " Pretty much as usual, sir ; two dinner-parties last Aveek." " I know all about them, though I affected to be en- gaged and didn't dine there. What I want is to hear of these Kennyfecks — do they come much after him? " " Only once, sir, when they came to see the house and stopped to luncheon." " Well, was he particular in his attentions to either of the daughters ? " "Very attentive, indeed, sir, to the younger. She dropped her handkerchief in the gallery, and ran back for it, and so did he, sir." " You followed, of course ? " " I did, sir, and she was blushing very much as I came in, and I heard her say something about ' forgiving him,' and then they left the room." " And what of Kennyfeck, has he had any conversations with him on business?" " None, sir ; I have strictly followed your orders, and never admitted him." " Lord Charles Frobisher was a large -winner t'other night? " said Linton, after a pause. "Yes, sir, so I heard them say at supper, and Mr. Cashel first gave a cheque and then changed his mind, and I saw him hand over a heavy sum in notes." "Indeed!" muttered Linton to himself; "and my worthy friend Charley did not confess this to me. Have you taken care that the people don't send in their bills and accounts, as I mentioned ? " "Yes, sir; with few exceptions, nothing of the kind comes." " What brought that Mr. Clare Jones so frequently of late?" " He came twice in Mr. Downie Meek's carriage, sir, but sat all the while outside, while Mr. Meek was with my master; the third day, however, he was sent for to come in, and spent nearly an hour in the study." HOW eneique's letter was lost and found. 225 " Well, what took place ? " " I could only hear part of the conversation, sir, as I feared I might be sent for. The subject was a seat in Parliament, which Mr. Cashel owns, and that Mr. Meek is desirous of procuring for Jones." " Ha ! ha ! my little Judas! is that your game ? Go on, George, this interests me." "I have little more to tell, sir, for Mr. Meek always speaks so low, and my master scarcely said anything." " And Jones ? " "He merely remarked on the identity of his political pi'inciples with those of the present Government." " Of course ; the fellow began as a Radical, and then turned Tory, and now is a Whig. Blue and yellow when mixed always make green. But how did it end ? " " As well as I could pei'ceive, sir, without any promise. My master was to deliberate and send his answer." "Let neither have access to him till you hear from me again — mark that." " You shall be obeyed, sir." " Did Lord Kilgoft' call!" " Twice, sir; but my master was out, I followed your directions, however, and said that her ladyship was with him, and he seemed much provoked at not finding him at home." " Well, how did he take it— did he make any remark ? " " A half smile, sir ; nothing more." " But said nothing ? " " Kot a word, sir." Linton arose and walked the room in deep meditation ; at last he said, — " You had better let him have those letters we held back the last two days, to-day. He'll not think deeply over his losses on the Derby while dwelling on this miss- ing letter." " I don't suspect his losses, sir, will cause much uneasi- ness on any score ; money occupies very little of his thou;;hts." " True ; but here the sum is a very heavy one. I made the book myself, and stood to win thirty thousand pounds ; but, no matter, it can't be helped now — better luck another time. Now, another point. It strikes me VOL. I. Q 226 ROLAND CASHEL. of late, that he seems bored somewhat by the kind of life he is leading, aud that these carouses at the messes are becoming just as distasteful to him as the heavy dinner parties with the dean and the rest of them. Is that your 1 1 ojjinion ? " " Perfectly, sir. He even said as much to me t'other evening, when he came back from a late supper. He is 1 1 always wishing for the yacht to come over — speaks every now and then of taking a run over to London and Paris , ■ • — in fact, sir, he is bored here. There is no disguising | | it." " I feared as much, George ; I suspected, many a day ago, he would not be long satisfied with the provinciid boards. But this must not be ; once away from Dublin, he is lost to us for ever. I know, and so do you know, the hands he would fall into in town. Better let him get back to his old prairie haunts, for a while, than that." " Not so very unlikely, sir. He sits poring over maps and charts for hours together, and scans the new coast | survey like a man bent on exploring the scenes for him- | self. It is hard to say what is best to do with him." I " I'll tell you what he must not be permitted to do with himself: he must not leave Ireland — he must not marry — j he must not enter Pai'liament — and, for the moment, to I employ his thoughts and banish ennui, we'll get up the i house-warming at Tubbermore. I mean to set off thither I , to-morrow." | " Without Mr. Cashel, sir ? " " Of course ; be it your care that matters are well looked to in my absence, and as Kennyfeck's house is safer than the barracks, he may dine there as often as he jjleases. Keep a watch on Jones— not that I think he'll be veiy dangerous ; see after Lord Charles, whether he may try to profit by my absence ; aud, above all, write me a bulletin each day." Mr. Phillis promised a strict obedience to orders, and rose to retire, pleading the necessity of his being at home when his master returned. " What of this lettei', sir? Shall I contrive to place it in his pocket, aud discover it as he is undressing r* He never suspects anything or anybody." " No, George, I'll keep it; it may turn out useful to us HOW enkique's letter was lost and found. 227 one of these cLn's, there's no knowing* when or how. I'm curious, too, to see bow he will act with reference to it — whether he will venture on any confidence towards me. I suspect not ; he never alludes to his bygones. The only terror his mind is capable of would seem the fear of fashionable contempt. If he ever lose this, he's lost to us for ever." This was said rather in soliloquy than addressed to Phillis, who did not appear to catch the meaning of the remark. " You'll leave this note on his table, and take care he sees it. It is to remind him of an appoint- ment here to-morrow with Hoare, the money-lender, at eleven o'clock, punctually." Phillis took the note, and after a very respectful leave- taking, withdrew. " Yes," said Linton, musing, as he leaned against the window, " all goes fairly so far. Mr. Phillis may live to see himself once more a merchant tailor in Cheapside, and Tom Linton, under the buckler of his M.P., defy duns and bums, and be again a denizen of the only citv worth livmg m. He then reseated himself in an easy-chair, and prepared to con over the letter, to which he had only given a pass- ing attention. The narrative of Enrique, "full of exciting details and hair-bi-eadth 'scapes, was, however, far less an object of interest to Linton than the consideration how far a character like this might be made use of for the pur- pose of threat and intimidation over Cashel. His reflections ran somewhat thus : The day may come, — is, perhaps, even now nigh — when Cashel shall reject my influence and ascendancy. There never has been any- thing which could even counterfeit friendship between us — close intimacy has been all. To maintain that hold over him so necessary to my fortunes, I must bo in a position to menace. Roland himself has opened the way to this by his own reserve. The very concealment he has practised implies fear; — otherwise, why, in all the open- ness of our familiar intercourse, never have mentioned Enrique's name ; still more, never once alluded to this Maritaiia? It is clear enough with what shame he looks back on the past. Let mine be the task to increase that feeling, and build up the fear of the world's ridicule, till he shall be the slave of every whisper that syllables his Q 2 223 EOLAXD CASHEL. name I The higher his path in society, the greater the depth to which disclosures may consign him ; and what disclosures so certainly ruinous as to connect him with the lawless marauders of the Spanish main — the slaver and the pirate ? His dear friend, a felon, taken in open fight by a British cruiser! Maritaiia, too, may serve us ; her name as mistress — or, if need be, as wife — will effectually oppose any matrimonial speculations here. So far, this letter has been a rare piece of fortune ! " For some moments he walked the room with excited and animated looks, the alternating shades of pleasure and its opposite flitting rapidly across his strong features. At last he broke out in words : " Ay, Cashel, I am as suddenly enriched as yourself, — but with a different hei'i- tage. Yours was Gold. Mine, Revenge ! And there are many to whom I could pay the old debt home. There's Forster, with his story of Ascot, and his black- ball at Graham's ! — a double debt, with yeai-s of heavy intei'est upon it. There's Howard, too, that closed his book at Tattersall's, after tearing out the leaf that had my name ! Frobisher himself daring his petty insolence at every turn ! — all these cry for acquittance, and shall have it. There are few men of my own standing, that with moneyed means at my command, I could not ruin ! And, ungallant as the boast may be, some fair ladies, too ! How I have longed for the day, how I have schemed and plotted for it ! and now it comes almost unlocked for. " Another month or two of this wasteful extravagance, and Cashel will be deeply, seriously embarrassed. Kenny- feck will suggest retrenchment and economy ; that shall be met with an insidious doubt of the good man's honesty. And how easy to impeach it! The schemes of his wife ?ind daughter will aid the accusation. lioland shall, meanwhile, learn the discomfort of being ' hard up.' The importunity — nay, the insolence — of duns shall assail him at every post and every hour. From this there is but one bold, short step — and take it he must — make me his agent. That done, all the rest is easy. Embarrassment and in- jurious reports will soon drive him from the country, and fi'om an estate he shall never revisit as his own ! So far — the first act of the drama. The second discovers Tom Linton the owner of Tubbermore, and the host of Lord Bow Enrique's letter was lost axd found. 229 find Lady KilgofiT, who have coudescendingly agreed to pass the Easter recess with him. Mr. Linton has made a veiy splendid maiden speech, v/hich, however, puzzles the ministers and the Times, and, if he were not a man perfectly indiffei'ent to place, would expose him to the imputation of courting it. " And Lam-a all this while ! " said he, in a voice whose accents trembled with intense feeling, " can she forgive the past ? Will old memories revive old affections, or will they rot into hati^ed ? Well," cried he, sternly, "whichever way they turn, I'm prepared." There was a tone of triumphant meaning in his last words that seemed to thrill through his frame, and as he threw himself back upon his seat, and gazed out upon the starry sky, his features woi-e the look of pi'oud and inso- lent defiance. " So is it," said he, after a pause ; " one must be alone — friendless, and alone — in life, to dare the world so fearlessly." He filled a goblet of sherry, and, as he drank it off, cried, " Courage ! Tom Linton against • the field ! ' " CHAPTER XXL She conspirators disturbed. " Eternal friendship let us swear, In fraud at least — ' nous serons freres.' " Robert Macaire. Cashel passed a night of feverish ansiety, Enrique's uncertain fate was never out of his thoughts ; and if for a moment he dropped off to sleep, he immediately awoke with a sudden start — some fancied cry lor help — some heart-uttered appeal to him for assistance breaking in upon his weary slumber. How ardently did he wish for some one friend to whom he might confide his difficulty, and from whom receive advice and counsel. Linton's shrewdness and knowledge of life pointed him out as the fittest} but how to reveal 230 ROLAND CASHEL. to his fashionable friend the secrets of that buccaneering life he had himself so lately quitted ? How expose him- self to the dreaded depreciation a " fine gentleman " might visit on a career passed amid slavers and pirates ? A month or two previous, he could not have understood sucli scruples ; but already the frivolities and excesses of daily habit had thrown an air of savage rudeness over the memory of his Western existence, and he had not the courage to brave the comments it might suggest. To this folse shame had Linton brought him, acting on a naturally sensitive nature, by those insidious and impei^ceptible counsels which represent the world — meaning, thereby, that portion of it who are in the purple and fine linen category — as the last appeal in all cases, not alone of a man's breeding and pretensions, but of his honour and independence. It was not without many a severe struggle, and many a heartfelt repining, Cashel felt himself sui-render the free action of his natui-al independence to the petty and formal restrictions of a code like this. But there was an innate dread of notoriety, a sensitive shrinking from remark, that made him actually timid about transgressing what- ever he was told to be an ordinance of fashion. To dress in a particular wa,y — to frequent certain places — to be known to certain people — to go out at certain hours — and so on, were become to his mind as the actual requirements of his station, and often did he regret the hour when he had parted with his untrammelled freedom to live a life of routine and monotony. Shrinking, then, from any confidence in Linton, he next thought of Kennyfeck ; and, although not placing a high value on his skill and correctness in such a difficulty, he resolved, at all hazards, to consult him on the course to be followed. He had been often told how gladly Government favours the possessor of fortune and influence. " Now," thought he, " is the time to test the problem. All of mine is at their service, if they but liberate my poor comrade." So saying to himself, he had just reached the hall, when the sound of wheels approached the door. A carriage drew up, and Linton, followed by Mr. Hoare, the money- lender, descended. t THE CONSPIRATORS DISTURBED. 231 " Ob, I had entirely forgotten this affair," cried Cashel, as he met them ; " can we not fix another day ? " " Impossible, sir ; I leave town to-night." " Another hour to-day, then ? " said Cashel, impatiently. " This will be very difficult, sir. I have some very pressing engagements, all of which were formed subject to your convenience in this business." " But while you are discussing the postponement, you could finish the whole afi'air," cried Linton, drawing his arm within Cashel's, and leading him along towards the library. " By Jove ! it does give a man a sublime idea of wealth, to be sure," said he, laughing, " to see the cool indifi^erence with which you can propose to defer an inter- view that brings you some fifteen thousand pounds. As for me, I'd make the Viceroy himself play ' ante-chamber,' if little Hoare paid me a visit." " Well, be it so ; only let us despatch," said Cashel, " for I am anxious to catch Kennyfeck before he goes down to court." " I'll not detain you many minutes, sir," said Hoare, drawing forth a very capacious black leather pocket-book and opening it on the table. " There are the bills, drawn fs agreed upon — at three and six months — here is a state- n'.ent of the charges for interest, commission, and -" " I am quite satisfied it is all right," said Cashel, push- ing the paper carelessly from him. " I have borrowed money once or twice in my life, and always thought any- thing liberal which did not exceed cent, per cent." " We are content with much less, sir, as you will per- ceive," said Hoare, smiling. " Six per cent, intei-est, one- half commission " "Yes, yes — it is all perfectly correct," broke in Casheh " I sign my name here — and here ? " " And here, also, sir. There is also a policy of insurance on your life." " What does that mean ?" " Oh, a usual kind of security in these cases," said Linton ; " because if you were to die before the bills came ■ due " " I see it all — whatever you please," said Cashel, taking up his hat and gloves. " Now, will you pardon me for taking a very abrupt leave ? " 232 ROLAND CASHEL. " You are forgetting a very material point, sir," said Hoare ; " this is an order on Frend and Betra-an for the ' Co nione_y." "Very true. The fact is, gentlemen, my head is none of the cleai-est to-day. Good-bye — good-bye." " Ten to one all that haste is to keep some appointment with one of Kennyfeck's daughters," said Hoare, as he shook the sand over the freshly-signed bills, when the heavy bang of the hall-door announced Cashel's departure. " I fancy not," said Linton, musing j " 1 believe I can cuess the secret." " What am I to do with these, Mr. Linton ? " said the other, not heeding the last observation, as he took two pieces of paper from the pocket of his book. " What are they ?" said Linton, stretching at full length on a sofa. " Two bills, with the endorsement of Thomas Linton." " Then are two ten-shilling stamps spoiled and good for nothing," replied Linton, " which without that respect- able signature, might have helped to ruin somebody worth to ruining." " One will be due on Saturday, the twelfth. The other " " Don't trouble yourself about the dates, Hoare. I'll renew as often as you please — I'll do anything but pay." " Come, sir, I'll make a generous proposition : I have made a good morning's work. You shall have them both for a hundred." " Thanks for the liberality," said Linton, laughing. ''You bought them for fifty." " I know that very well ; but remember, you were a very depreciated stock at that time. Now, you are at a premium. I hear you have been a considerable winner from our friend here." " Then you are misinformed. I have won less than the others — far less than I might have done. The fact is, Hoare, I have been playing a back game — what jockeys call, holding my stride." " Well, take care you don't wait too long," said Hoare, sententiously. "Plow do you mean?" said Linton, sitting up, and showing mox'e animation than he had exhibited before. THE CONSPIRATORS DISTURBED. 233 " You have your secret — I have mine," replied Hoaro, drily, as he replaced the bills iu his pocket-book and clasped it. " \Yhat if we exchange prisoners, Hoare ? " " It would be like most of your compacts, Mr. Linton, all the odds in your own favour." " I doubt whether any man makes such compacts with yow," replied Linton ; " but why higgle this way ? ' Re- member,' as Peacham says, ' that we could hang one another ;' and there is an ugly adage about what happens when people such as you and I ' fall out.' " " So there is; and, strange enough, I was just thinking of it. Come, what is your secret ?" " Read that," said Linton, placing Enrique's letter in his hand, while he sat down, directly in front, to watch the effect it might produce. Hoare read slowly and attentively ; some passages he re-read three or four times ; and then, laying down the letter, he seemed to reflect on its contents. " You scarcely thought what kind of company our friend used to keep formerly ?" asked Linton, sneeringly, " I knew all about that tolerably well. I was rather puzzling myself a little about this Pedro Rica; that same trick of capturing the slavers, and then selling the slaves, is worthy of one I could mention, not to speak of the double treachery of informing against his comr-ades, and sending the English frigate after them." " A deep hand he must be," remarked Linton, coolly. " A very deep one ; but what is Cashel likely to do here?" "Nothing; he has no clue whatever to the business; the letter itself he had not time to read through, when he dropped it, and " " i understand —perfectly. This accounts for his agita- tion. Well, I must say, my secret is the better of the two, and, as usual, you have made a good bargain." " Not better than your morning's work here, Hoare ; — confess that." *' Ah, there will not be many more such harvests to reap," said he, sighing. " How so P his fortune is scarcely breached, as yet." " He spends money fast," said Hoare, gravely ; " even 23t ROLAND CASIIEL. now, see what sums he has squandered — think of the pre- sents he has lavished — diamonds — horses " " As to the Kennyfeck affair, it was bettor than gettinp: into a matrimonial scrape, which I fancy I have rescued him from." " Oh no, nothing of the kind. Filiate as ho is, he wouldn't venture on that." "Why so — what do you mean ? " "Simply, that he is married already; at least, that species of betrothal which goes for marriage in his free and easy country." "Married! "exclaimed Linton, in utter amazement; "and he never even hinted in the most distant manner to this." " And yet the obligation is sufficiently binding, accord- ing to Columbian law, to give his widow the beneiit of all property he might die possessed of in that Republic." " And he knows this himself? '' " So well, that he has already proposed a very large sum as forfeit to break the contract." "And this has been refused ? " " Yes. The girl's father has thouixht it better to follow your own plan, and make ' a waiting race,' well knowing, that if Cashel does not return to claim her as his wife — or that, which is not improbable, she may marry more advantageously — he will always be ready to pay the forfeit." " May I learn his name ? " "No!" "Nor his daughter's — the Christian name, I mean." " To what end ? It would be a mere idle curiosity, for I should exact a pledge of your never divulging it." " Of course," said Linton, carelessly. "It was, as you say, a mere idle wish. Was this a love affair, then, for it has a most commercial air ? " " I really don't know that ; I fancy that they were both very young, and very ignorant of what they were pledg- ing, and just as indifferent to the consequences." " She was handsome, this — — " " Maritaiia is beautiful, they say," said Hcare, who inadvertently let slip the name he had refused to divulge. Linton's quick ear caught it at once, but as rapidly affected not to notice it, as he said, — THE CONSPIRATORS DISTURBED. 285 "Bat I really do not see as yet liow this affects what we were just speaking of ? " " It will do so, however — and ere long. These people, who were immensely rich some time back, are now, by one of the convulsions so frequent in those countries, reduced to absolute poverty. They will, doubtless, follow Cashel here, and seek a fulfilment of his contract. I need not tell you, Mr. Linton, what must ensue on such a demand. It would be hard to say whether acceptance or refusal would be worse. In a word, the father-in-law is a man of such a character, there is only one thing would be more ruinous than his enmity, and that is, any alliance with him. Let him, but arrive in this country, and every gentleman of station and class will fall back from Cashel's intimacy; and even those — I'll not mention names," said he, smiling — "who could gloss over some of their prejudices with gold-leaf, will soon discover that a shi-ewder eye than Cashel's will be on them, and that all attempts to profit by his easiness of temper and reckless nature, will be met by one who has never yet been foiled in a game of artifice and deceit." " Then I perceive we have a very short tether," said Linton, gravely ; " when may this worthy gentleman be looked for ? " " At any moment. I believe early in spring, however, will be the time." " Well, that gives us a few months; during which I must contrive to get in for this borough of Derraheeny But hark ! is that a carriage at the door ? — yes, by Jove ! The Kennyfecks. I remember, he had asked them to-day to come and see his pictures. I say, Hoare, step out by the back way — we must not be caught together here. I'll make my escape afterwards." Already the thundering knock of the footman resounded through the house, and Hoare, not losing a moment, left the lil)rary, and hastened through the garden at the rear of the house ; while Linton seizing some writing materials, hurried upstairs, and established himself in a small bou- doir off one of the drawing-rooms, carefully letting down the Venetians as he entered, and leaving the chamber but half lighted ; this done, he di-ew a screen in front of him, and waited patiently. 230 UOLAND CASUEL. CHA-PTER XXII. VISIT TO THE " OASIIEL PICTURE GALLERY." "Ignored the schools of France and Spain, And of the Netherhiuds not surer, He knew not Cuj'p from Claude Lorraine, Kor Dow from Albert Durer. Bell's Images. Scarcely had the Kennyfecks' carriage driven from the door when the stately equipage of the MacFarliues drew up, which was soon after followed by the very small pony phaeton of Mrs. Leicester White, that lady herself driving, and having for her companion a large high-shouldered, spectacled gentleman, whose glances, at once inquiring and critical, pronounced him as one of her numerous froieqes in art, science, or letters. This visit to the " Cashel Galleiy," as she somewhat grandiloquently designated the collection, had been a thing of her own planning; first, because Mrs. White was an adept in that skilful diplomacy which so happily makes plans for pleasure at other people's houses — and oh, Avhat numbers there are ! — delightful, charming people as the world calls them ! whose gift goes no further than this, that they keep a registiy of their friends' accommodation, and know to a nicety the season to dine here, to sup thei'e, to pic-nic at one place, and to " spend the day " — horrible expression of a more hor- rible fact — at another. But Mrs. White had also another object in view on the present occasion, which was, to in- troduce her companion, Mr. Elias Howie, to her Dublin acquaintance. Mi\ Elias Howie was one of a peculiar class, which this age, so fertile in inventions, has engendered, a pub- lisher's mau-of-all-work, ready for everything, from statis- tics to satire, and equally prepared to expound prophecy, or write squibs for " Punch." Not that lodgings were not inhabited in Grub Street Yl&lT TO THE " CASHEL PICTURE GALLERY." 237 before oui* day, but that it remained for the glory of this century to see that numerous horde of tourist authors held in leash by fashionable booksellers, and every now and then let slip over some country, to which plague, pes- tilence, or famine, had given a newer and moi-e terrible interest. In this novel walk of literature Mr. Howie was one of the chief proficients ; he was the creator of that new school of travel which, writing expressly for London readers, refers everything to the standard of "town;" and whether it be a trait of Icelandic life, or some rem- nant of old-world existence in the far East, all must be brought for trial to the bar of " Seven Dials," or stand to plead in the dock of Pall Mall or Piccadilly. Whatever errors or misconceptions he might fall into respecting his subjects, he made none regarding his readers. He knew them by heart — their leanings, their weakness, and their prejudices ; and how pleasantly could he flatter their town-bred self-sufficiency — how slily insinuate their vast superiority over all other citizens, insidiously assuring them that the Thames at Richmond was infinitely finer than the Eliine or the Danube, and that a trip to Margate was richer in repayal than a visit to the Bosphorus ! Ire- land was, just at the time we speak of, a splendid field for his peculiar talents. The misery-mongers had had their day. The world was somewhat weary of Landlordism, Pauperism, and Protestantism, and all the other "isms" of that unhappy country. There was nothing that had not been said over the overgrown Church establishment — the devouring Middle- man — Cottier misery — and Celtic barbarism ; people grew weary of hearing about a nation so endowed with capabilities, and which yet did nothing, and rather than puzzle their heads any furthei*, they voted Ireland a " bore." It was just then that " this inspired Cockney" determined to try a new phase of the subject, and this was not to counsel nor console, not to lament over nor bewail our varied mass of erroi'S and misfortunes, but to laugh at us. To hunt out as many incongruities — many i-eal enough, some fictitious — as he could find ; to unveil all that he could discover of social anomaly ; and, with- out any reference to, or any knowledge of, the people, to bring tliem up for judgment before his less volatile and 238 llOLAND CASHEL. more happily circumstanced countrymen, certain of the verdict lie sought for — a hearty laugh. His mission was to make " Punch" out of Ireland, and none more capa- ble than he for the office. A word of Mr. Howie in the flesh, and we have done. He was large and heavily built, but neither muscular nor athletic ; his frame and all his gestures indicated weakness and uncertainty. His head was capacious, but not re- markable for what phrenologists call moral development, while the sinister expression of his eyes — half submis- sive, half satirical — suggested doubts of his sincerity. There was nothing honest about him but his mouth ; this was large, full, thick-lipped, and sensual ; the mouth of one who loved to dine well, and yet felt that his agree- ability was an ample receipt in full for the best enter- tainment that ever graced Blackwall or the " Freres." It is a heavy infliction that we story-tellers are com- pelled to lay upon our readers and ourselves, thus to interrupt our narrative by a lengthened description of a character not essentially belonging to our story ; we had rather, far rather, been enabled to imitate Mrs. White, as she advanced into the circle in the drawing-room, saying, " Mr. Cashel, allow me to present to your favourable notice my distinguished friend, Mr. Howie. Lady Janet MacFarline, Mr. Howie — "softo — " the author of ' Snooks in the Holy Land,' the wittiest thing of the day — Sir Andrew will be delighted with him, — has been all over the scenes of the Peninsular war. Mrs. Kennyfeck, Mr. Howie." Mr. Howie made his round of salutations, and although by his awkwardness tacitly acknowledging that they were palpably more habituated to the world's ways than himself, yet inwardly consoled by remarking certain little traits of manner and accent sufficiently provincial to be treasured up, and become very droll in print or a copper etching. " It's a vara new pleasure ye are able to confer upon your friends, Mr. Cashel," said Sir Andrew, " to show them so fine a collection o' pictures in Ireland, whar, rae- thinks, the arts ha' no enjoyed too mickle encouragement." " I confess," said Cashel, modestly, " I am but ill qualified to extend the kind of patronage that would be serviceable, had I even the means ; I have not the slightest VISIT TO IHE *' CASHEL PICTURE GALLERY." 239 pretension to knowledge or judgment. The few I have purchased have been as articles of furniture, pleasant to look at, without any pretension to high excellence," " Just as Admiral Dalrymple paid ten pounds for a dunghill when he turned farmer," whispered Mr. Howie in Mrs. AVhite's ear, " and then said, 'he had only bought it because some one said it was a good thing, but that, now, he'd give any man " twenty " to tell him what to do with it.'" Mrs. White burst into a loud fit of laughter, exclaim- ing,— •' Oh, how clever, how good ! Pray, Mr. Howie, tell Lady Janet— tell Mr. Cashel that." " Oh, madam ! " cried the terrified tourist, who had not discovered before the very shallow discrimination of his gifted acquaintance. " If it is so vara good," said Sir Andrew, "we maun insist on hearin' it." " No, no ! nothing of the kind," interposed Howie ; "besides, the observation was only intended for Mrs. White's ear." " Very true," said that lady, affecting a look of con- sciousness. "The odious woman," whispered Miss Kennyfeck to her sister ; " see how delighted she looks to bo com- promised." " If we had Linton," said Cashel, politely offering his arm to Lady Janet, as he led her into the so-called gallery, " he could eA[)lain evei-ything for us. We have, however, a kind of catalogue here. This large landscape is said to be by Both." "If she be a coo," said Sir Andrew, " I maun say it'rf the first time I ever seen ane wi' the head ower the tail." " Nonsense," said Lady Janet ; " don't ye perceive that the animal is fore- shortened, and is represented looking backwards ? " " 1 ken nothing aboot that ; she may be shortened in the fore-parts, an' ye say, and that may be some peculiar breed, but what brings her head ower her rump ? " Sir Andrew was left to finish his criticism alone, the company moving on to a portrait assigned to Vaudyck, as Diedrich von Acvenghem, Burgomaster of Antwerp. 240 ROLAND CASIIEL. " A fine head !" exclaimed Mrs. White, authoritatively; *' don't you think so, Mr. Howie ? " " A very choice specimen of the great master, for which, doubtless, you gave a large sum." "Four hundi-ed, if I remember aright," said Cashel. " I think he maught hae a clean face for that money," broke in Sir Andrew. " What do you mean, sir?" said Miss Kennyfeck, insidiously, and delighted at the misery Lady Janet endured from his remarks. " Don't ye mind the smut he has on ane cheek ?" " It's the shadow of his nose. Sir Andrew," broke in Lady Janet, with a sharpness of rebuke there was no mis- understanding. " Eh, my leddy, so it may, but ye need nabite mine ofi*, for a' that!" And so saying, the discomfited veteran fell back in high dudgeon. Tlie party now broke into the twos and threes invariable on such occasions, and while Mrs. Kennyfeck and her elder daughter paid their most devoted attentions to Lady Janet, Mrs. White and the author paired off, leaving Olivia Kennyfeck to the guidance of Cashel. " So you'll positively not tell me what it is that pre3\s on your mind this morning?" said she, in the most insinu- ating of soft accents. Cashel shook his head mournfully, and said, — " Why should I tell you of what it is impossible you could give me any counsel in, while your sympathy would only cause uneasiness to yourself? " "But you forget our compact," said she, archly; "there was to be perfect confidence on both sides, was there not?" " Certainly. Now, when shall we begin ?" " Have you not begun already ? " " I fancy not. Do you remember two evenings ago, when 1 came suddenly into the drawing-room and found you pencil in hand, and you, instead of at once showing me what you had been sketching, shut the portfolio, and carried it off, despite all my entreaties — nay, all my just demands?" " Oh, but," said she, smiling, "confidence is one thing — confession is another." VISIT TO THE " CASHEL PICTURE GALLERY.'* lil "Too subtle distinctions for me," cried Cashel. "I foolishly supposed that there was to be an unreserv^ed- " Speak lower, for mercy sake ! — don't you perceive Lady Janet trying to hear everything you say ? " This was said in a soft whisper, while she added aloud, " I think you said it was a Correggio, Mr. Cashel," as they stood before a very lightly-clad Magdalen, who seemed endeavouring to make up for the deficiency of her costume by draping across her bosom the voluptuous masses of her golden hair. "I think a Correggio," said Cashel, confused at the sudden artifice; "but who has the catalogue? — oh, Sir Andrew ; tell us about number fifty-eight." " Fefty-eight, fefty-eight," mumbled Sir Andrew a number of times to himself, and then, having found the number, he approached the picture and surveyed it atten- tively. " Well, sir, what is it called ? " said Olivia. "It's vara singular," said Sir Andrew, still gfazinsT at the canvas, " but doubtless Correggio knew weel what ho was aboot. This," said he, " is a picture of Sain John the Baaptist in a raiment of caamel's hair." No sense of propriety was proof against this announce- ment ; a laugh, loud and general, burst foi'th, during which Lady Janet, snatching the book indignantly from his hands, cried, — " Tou were looking at sixty-eight, Sir Andrew, not fifty- eight ; and you have made yourself perfectly ridiculous." " By my saul, I believe so," muttered the old gentle- man, in deep anger. " I've been looking at ' saxty-eight ' ovver long already ! " Fortunately, this sarcasm was not heard by her against whom it was directed, and they who did hear it were fain to suppress their laughter as well as they were able. The party was now inci-eased by the airival of the dean and his " ancient," Mr. Softly, to the manifest delight of Mrs. Kennyfeck, who at once exclaimed, — " Ah, we shall now hear something really instructive." The erudite churchman, after a very abrupt notice of the company, started at speed without losing a moment. His attention being caught by some curious tableau of the interior of the great Pyramid, he immediately com- YOL. I. B 242 ROLAND CASHEL. menced an explanation of the various figures, the costumes and weapons, which he said were all masonic, showing that Pharaoh wore an apron exactly like the Duke of Sussex, and that every emblem of the " arch " was to be found among the great of Ancient Egypt. While thus employed, Mr. Howie, seated in a corner, was busily sketching the whole party for an illustration to his new book on Ireland, and once more Cashel and his companion found themselves, of course by the merest accident, standing opposite the same picture in a little boudoir ofi" the large gallery. The subject was a scene from Faust, where Marguerite, leaning on her lover's arm, is walking in a garden by moonlight, and seeking by a mode of divination common in Germany to ascertain his truth, Avhich is by plucking one by one the petals of a flower, saying alternately, " He loves me, he loves me not ; " and then, by the result of the last-plucked leaf, deciding which fate is accomplished. Cashel first ex- plained the meaning of the trial, and then taking a rose from one of the flower vases, he said, — " Let me see if you can understand my teaching ; you have only to say, ' Er liebt mich,' and, ' Er liebt mich nicht.' " " But how can I ? " said she, with a look of beaming innocence, "if there be none who " " No matter," said Cashel ; " besides, is it not possible you could be loved, and yet never know it ? Now for the ordeal." " Er liebt mich nicht," said Olivia, with a low, silvery voice, as she plucked the first petal off, and threw it on the floor. " You begin inauspiciously, and, I must say, unfairly, too," said Cashel. " The first augury is in favour of love." " Er liebt mich," said she, tremulously, and the leaf broke in her fingers. "Ha!" sighed she, "what does that imply ? Is it, that he only loves by half his heart ? " " That cannot be," said Cashel ; "it is rather that you treated his afi'ection harshly." " Should it not bear a little ? — ought it to give way at once ? " " Nor will it," said he, more earnestly, " if you deal but VISIT TO THE "CASHEL PICTURE GALLERY." 213 fairly. Come, I 'will teacli you a still more simple, and yet unerring test." A heavy sigh from behind the Chinese screen made both the speakers start ; and while Olivia, pale with terror, sank into a chaii', Cashel hastened to see what had caused the alarm. " Linton, upon my life ! " exclaimed he, in a low whisper, as, on tiptoe, he returned to the place beside her. " Oh, Mr. Cashel ; oh dear, Mr. Cashel ■" " Dearest OHvia -" " Heigho ! " broke in Linton ; and Roland and his companion slipped noiselessly from the room, and, un- perceived, mixed with the general company, who sat in rapt attention while the dean explained that painting was nothing more nor less than an optical delusion — a theory which seemed to delight Mrs. Keunyfeck in the same pro- portion that it puzzled her. Fortunately, the announce- ment that luncheon was on the table cut short the disser- tation, and the party descended, all more or less content to make material enjoyments succeed to intellectual ones. " "Well," whispered Miss Kenuyfeck to her sister, as they descended the stairs, " did he ? " An almost inaudible " No " was the I'cply. "Your eyes are very red for nothing, my dear," rejoined the elder. "I dinna ken, sir," said Sir Andrew to Softly, as he made use of his arm for support — " I dinna ken how ye understand your theory aboot optical delusions, but I maun say, it seems to me a vara strange way for men o' -^•our cloth to pass the mornin' starin' at naked weemen — creatures, too, that if they ever leeved at all, must ha' led the maist abondoned lives. I take it that Diana herself was ne better than a cuttie ; do ye mark hoo she does no scruple to show a bra pair of legs " " With respect to the Heathen Mythology — " broke in. Softly, in a voice he hoped might subdue the discus- sion. " Don't tell me aboot the hay thins, sir ; flesh and bluid is a' the same, whatever Kirk it follows." Before they were seated at table, Linton had joined them, explaining, in the most natural way in the world, B 2 244 ftOLAKD dASHEt. that, having sat down to write in the boudoir, he had fallen fast asleep, and was only awakened by Mr. Phillis having accidentally discovered him. A look of quick intelligence passed between Casbel and Olivia at this nar- rative ; the young lady soon appeared to have recovered from her former embarrassment, and the luncheon pro- ceeded pleasantly to all parties. Mr. Howie enjoyed him- self to the utmost, not only by the reflection that a hearty luncheon at two would save an hotel dinner at six, but that the dean and Sir Andrew were two originals, worth five pound apiece even for " Punch." As to Cashel, a glance at the author's note-book would show how he impressed that gifted personage : " R. C. : — a snob — rii'h — and gullible ; his pictures, all the household gods at; Christie's, the Vandyck, late a sign of the Marquis of Granby, at Windsor. Mem. : not over safe to quiz him." " But we'll see later on." " Visit him at his country-seat, ' if poss.' " " Who is our spectacled friend ? " said Linton, as they drove away from the door. " Some distinguished author, whose name I have for- gotten." " Shrewd looking fellow, — think I have seen him at Ascot. What brings him over here ? " " To wi'ite a book, I fancy," " What a bore. This is the age of detectives, with a vengeance. Well, don't let him in again, that's all. By Jove ! it's easier, now-a-days, to escape the Queen's Bench than the Illustrated News.'' "A note from Mr. Kennyfeck, sir," said Mr. Phillis, " and the man waits for aa answer." Linton, taking up a book, affected to read, but in reality placed himself so as to watch Cashel's features as he perused the letter, whose size and shape pronounced to be something unusual. Hurriedly mumbling over a rather tedious exordium on the various views the writer had taken of a subject, Cashel's eyes suddenly flashed as he drew forth a small printed paragraph, cut from the column of a newspaper, and which w^ent thus : — " It will be, doubt- less, in our readers' recollection how a short time back an armed slaver, sailing under the flag of Columbia, was taken, after a most severe and sanguinary engagement, by VISIT TO THE *' CASHEL PICTUBE GALLERY." 245 H.M. brig Hornet. The commander, a young Spaniai'd of singularly handsome exterior, and with all the bearing and appearance of a rank very different from his mode of life, was carried off and confined in St. Kitt's till such time as he could be brought to trial. Representations from the Government of the Republic were, however, made, and a claim preferred for indemnity, not only for the loss of the vessel and property, but for the loss of life and other injury incurred on the capture. While this singular demand was under investigation, the young Spaniard alluded to contrived to break his bonds and escape : the only mode of doing which was by a leap into the sea from the parapet of the fortress, a height, we are informed, of nigh one hundred feet. They who are acquainted with the locality assert that if he even sur- vived the desperate leap, he must inevitably have fallen a victim to the sharks who frequent the bay to catch the bodies of all who die in the prison, and who, it would appear, are thus unceremoniously disposed of. This sup- position would seem, however, in some respect, contra- dicted by the circumstance that a Venezuelan cruiser, which hung about the shore for the two preceding days, sailed on the very night of his escape, and, in all pro- bability, with him on board." " I could swear he is safe ! " cried Cashel, in an ecstasy of enthusiasm ; " he's a glorious fellow." " Who is that ? " said Linton, looking up; " any one I know 'i " "No, indeed!" said Cashel. Then suddenly checking himself in a speech whose opening accents were far from flattering, he added, " One you never even heard of." He once more addressed himself to the letter, which, however, merely contained some not very brilliant com- mentaries of Mr. Kennyfeck over the preceding extract, and which, after enumerating a great many modes of investigating the event, concluded with the only thing like common sense in the whole, by recommending a strict silence and secrecy about it all. Cashel was closing the epistle, when he caught on the turn-down the following lines : — " Mr. Linton has written to me about something like a legal transfer of the cottage and lands of Tubber-beg, 246 ROLAND OASHEL, Tvhicli he mentions your having presented to him. What I'eply am I to return to this ? I stated that you had ah'eady assured Mr. Corrigan, the present tenant, of an undis- tui'bed possession of the tenure, but Mr. L. interrupted my explanation by saying- that he only desired an assignment of the property, such as would give a parliamentary quali- fication, and that all pledges made to Mr. Clio would regard as equally binding on himself." Cashel's first impulse, when he had read thus far, was to show Linton the paragraph, and frankly ask him what he wished to be done ; indeed, he had already advanced towards him with that object, when he checked himself. "It might seem ungracious to ask any explanation. There had been already a moment of awkwardness about that same cottage, and Linlon had behaved so well ; and, of course, only asking him for the possession as a means of qualifying, Corrigan need never hear of it. Besides, he could make Linton a present of much greater real value as soon as the circumstances of the estate became better known." Such and such-like reasonings passed hastily through his brain ; and as all his resolves were quickly formed, and as quickly acted on, he sat down and wrote : — • " Deak Mr. KiiNNYFECK, — Many thanks for the infor- mation of your note, which has served to allay all my anxiety for a valued i'riend. As to Linton, you will have the goodness to satisfy him in every particular, and make all and every legal title he desires to the cottage and grounds of Tubber-beg. Although he is now at my side while I write, I have not alluded to the subject, feeling the awkwardness of touching on a theme so delicate. Say, however, for me, that Corrigan is not to be disturbed, nor any pledge I have made towards him — no matter how liberally construed by him — to be, in any respect, infringed. — Yours, in great haste, " R. C." "Why you are quite a man of business to-day, Cashel, with your correspondence and letter-writing; and I'm sorry for it, for I wanted to have a bit of serious talk with you — that is, if it do not bore you." VISIT TO THE "CASHEL PICTUEE GALLERY." 24? "Not in the least. I was, I own it, nervous and un- easy this morning ; now, however, my mind is at ease, and I am quite ready for anything." " Well, then, without preamble, are you still of the same mind about Parliament, because the time is hasten- ing on when when you ought to come to some decision on the matter ? " "I have never bestowed a thought on the matter since," said Cashel. "The truth is, when I hear people talk politics in society, I am only astonished at their seeming bigotry and one-sidedness ; and when I read newspapers of opposite opinions, I am equally confounded at the excellent arguments they display for diametrically con- tradictory lines of action, so that my political education makes but little progress." "What you say is perfectly just," said Linton, appear- ing to reflect profoundly. " A man of real independence — not the mei'e independence of fortune, but the far higher independence of personal character- — has much to endure in our tangled and complex system of legislation. As for yourself, for instance, who can afford to despise patron- age, who have neither sons to advance in the Navy, nor nephews in the Foreign Office, who neither want the Bath nor a baronetcy, who would be as sick of the flatteries as you would be disgusted with the servility of party — why you should submit to the dust and heat, the turmoil and fatigue of a session, I can't think. And how you would be bored — bored by the ceaseless reiterations night after night, the same arguments growing gradually weaker as the echo grew fainter j bored by the bits of ' Horace ' got off by heart to wind up with; bored by the bad jests of witty members ; bored by Peel's candour, and Palmer- ston's petulance ; by Cobden's unblushing effrontery, and Hume's tiresome placidity. You'd never know a happy day nor a joyous hour till you accepted the Chiltern Hundreds, and cut them all. No ; the better course for you would be, choose a nominee for your borough ; select a man in whom you have confidence. Think of some one over whom your influence would be complete, who would have no other aim than in following out your suggestions ; some one, in fact, who unites sufllcient ability with pci'- sonal friendship. AVhat d'ye think of Kennyfcck ?" 2-18 ROLAND CASIIEL. "Poor Kennyfeck," said Cashel, laughing, "he'd never think of such a thing." "■I don't know," said Linton, musiug ; "it might not suit him, but his wife wouhi like it prodigiously." " Shall I propose it, then ? " said Cashel. " Better not, perhaps," said Linton, appearing to reflect; ** his income, which is a right good one, is professional. This, of course, he'd forfeit by accepting a seat in the House. Besides, really, the poor man would make no way. No, we must think of some one else. Do you like AVhite?" " Leicester White ? I detest the man, and the wife too." " Well, there's Frobisher, a fellow of good name and family. I'd not go bail for his preferring your interests to his own, but as times go, you might chance upon worse. Will you have Frobisher ?" "I have no objection," said Cashel, carelessly; "would lie like it himself?" " Would he like anything that might help him to a step in the regiment, or place him in a position to sell himself, you, and the borough constituency, to the highest bidder? " said Linton, irritated at Cashel's half assent. "Well, if these be his principles," cried Cashel, laugh- ing, " I think we'd better put him aside." " You're right ; he'd never do," said Linton, recovering all his self-possession ; "what you want is a man suffi- ciently unconnected with ties of family or party, to see in you his patron and his object, and who, with cleverness enough to enunciate the views you desire to see prevail, has also the strong bond of personal regard to make him ahvajs even more the friend than the follower." "I only know of one man who realizes all this combi- nation," said Cashel, smiling, " and 7/e wouldn't answer." " Who is he, — and why ?" asked Linton, in vain endea- vouring to look easy and unconcerned. " Tom Linton is the man, and his invincible laziness the « why.' Isn't that true ? " " By George, Cashel, if you're content with the first part of the assertion, I'll pledge myself to remedy the latter. I own, frankly, it is a career for which I have no predilection ; if I had, I should have been ' in ' many VISIT TO THE " CASEEL PICTUKE GALLERY." 249 years ago. I have all my life held very cheap your great political leaders, both as regards capacity and character, and I have ever fancied that I should have had some success in the lists ; but I have always loved ease, and that best of ease, independence. If you think, however, that I can worthily represent you in Parliament, and that you could safely trust to my discretion the knotty question of political war, say the word, my boy, and I'll fliug ray ' far niente ' habits to the wind, and you shall have all the merit of developing the promising member for what's the name of it?" " Derraheeny." " Exactly — the honourable and learned — for Derra- heeny. I rather like the title." " Well, Linton, if you are really serious " " Most assuredly, serious ; and more, to prove it, I shall ask you to clench our bargain at once. It is not enough that you make me your nominee, but you must also render me eligible to become so." " I don't clearly comprehend " "I'll enlighten you. Our venerable constitution, per- fectly irrespective of the Tom Lintons of this world, — a race which, by the way, never dies out, probably because they have avoided intermarriage — has decided that a man must possess something besides his wits to be qualified as ' Member of Parliament ;' a strange law, because the aforesaid wits are all that the Honourable House has any reason to lay claim to. This same something which guarantees that a man has a legislative capacity, amounts to some hundreds a year. Don't be impatient, and come out with any piece of rash generosity ; I don't want you to make a present of an estate — only to lend me one ! To be qualified, either as a candidate for the House or a gentleman rider, one only needs a friend — a well-to-do friend, who'll say, ' He's all i-ight.' " " I'm quite ready to vouch for you, Tom, but you'll have to take the affair into your own management." " Oh, it's easy enough. That same cottage and the farm which we spoke of the other day, Kennyfeck can make out a kind of conveyance, or whatever the instrument is called, by which it acknowledges me for its owner, vice Roland Cashel, Esquire. This, properly sealed, signed, 250 ROLAND CABHEL. and so on, will defy the most seai'ching Committee that ever pried into any gentleman's private circumstances." " Then explain it all to Keunyleck, and say that I wish it done at once." " Nay, Cashel, pardon me. My ugliest enemy will not call me punctilious, but I must stand upon a bit of cei'e- mony here. This must be ordered by yourself. You are doing a gracious thing — a devilish kind thing — it must not be done by halves. Were I to communicate this to Kenny feck, he'll unquestionably obey the direction, but most certainly he's say to the first man he met, ' See how Linton has managed to trick Cashel out of a very con- siderable slice of landed property.' He'd not take much trouble to state the nature of our compact ; he'd rather blink the whole arrangement, altogether, and make the thing seem a direct gift. Now, I have too much pride on your account, and my own too, to stand this." " Well, well, it shall be as you like ; only I trow I disagree with you about old Kennyfeck : he's a fine straight-hearted fellow — he's " " He's an attorney, Cashel. These fellows can no more comprehend a transfer of property without a trial at bar, or a suit in Equity, than an Irish second can understand a falling out without one of the parties being brought home on a door. Besides, he has rather a grudge against me. I never told you — indeed, I never meant to tell you — but I can have no secrets from you. You know the youngest girl, Olivia?" "Yes, go on," said Cashel, red and pale by turns. " Well, I flirted a good deal last winter with her. Upon my life, I did not intend it to have gone so far ; I suppose it must have gone far, though, because she became desper- ately in love. She is very pretty, certainly, and a really good little girl — mais, que voulez-vous ? If I tie a fly on my hook I can't afibrd to see a flounder or a perch walk off" with it— it's the speckled monster of the stream I fish for. They ought to have known that themselves — I've no doubt they did, too ; but they were determined, as they say here, to die ' innocent,' and so one fine morning I was just going to join the hounds at Finglas, when old Kenny- feck, very trimly dres-ed and looking unutterable im- portance, entered my lodgings. There's a formula for VISIT TO THE " CASHEL PICTUEE GALLERY." 251 these kiud of explanations — I've gone througli seven of these myself, and I'll swear that every papa has opened the conference with a solemn appeal to Heaven ' that he never was aware of the attentions shown his daughter, nor the state of his dear child's affections, till last evening.' They always assure you, besides, that if they could give a million and a half as dowry, you are the very man — the actual one individual — they would have selected ; so that on an average most young ladies have met with at least half a dozen parties whom the fathers have pronounced to be, separately, the one most valued. Kennyfeck behaved, I must say, admirably. His wife would have a Galway cousin sent for, and a duel; some other kind friend sug- gested to have me waylaid and thrashed. He calmly heard me for about ten minutes, and then taking up his hat and gloves, said, 'Take your rule,' and so it ended. I dined there the next Sunday — yes, that's part of my system: I never permit people to nourish small grudges, and go about abasing me to my acquaintances. If they loill do that, I overwhelm them by their duplicity, as I am seen constantly in their intimacy, and remarkable for always speaking well of them, so that the world will certainly give it against them. The gist of all this tiresome story is, that Kennyfeck and the ladies would, if occasion served, pay off the old debt to me ; therefore, beware if you hear me canvassed in that quarter ! " Linton, like many other cunning people, very often lapsed into little confessions of the tactics by which he played his game in the world, and although Cashel was Dot by any means a dangerous confidant to such disclosures, he now marked with feelings not all akin to satisfaction this acknowledgment of his friend's skill. *' You'd never have shown your face there again, I'll wager a hundred ! " said Linton, reading in the black look of Roland's countenance an expression he did not fancy. " You are right. I should have deemed it unfair to impose on the young lady a part so full of awkwardness as every meeting must necessitate." "That comes of your innocence about women, my dear friend. They have face for anything. It is not hypocrisy, it is not that they do not feel, and feel deeply ; but their 252 ROLAND CASHEL. sense of command, their instinct of what is becoming, is a thousand times tiner than ours ; and I am certain that when we take all manner of cave to, what is called, spare their feelings, we are in reality only sparing them a cherished opportunity of exercising a control over those feelings which we foolishly suppose to be as ungovernable as our own." Either not agreeing with the sentiment, or unable to cope with its subtlety, Cashel sat some time without speaking. From Olivia Kennyfeck his thoughts reverted to one in every respect unlike her — the daring, impetuous Maritana, He wondered within himself whether her bold, impassioned nature could be comprehended within Linton's category, and a secret sense of rejoicing thrilled through him as he replied to himself in the negative. " I'd wager a trifle, Roland, from that easy smile you wear, that your memory has called up one example, at least, unfavourable to my theory. Eh ! I have guessed aright. Come then, out with it, man — who is this peer- less paragon of pure ingenuous truth ? — who is she whose nature is the transparent crystal where fair thoughts are enshrined ? No denizen of our misty northland, I'll be sworn, but some fair Mexican, with as little disguise as drapery. Confess, I say — there is a confession, I'll be sworn — and so make a clean breast of it." It struck Cashel, while Linton was speaking, how effectually Maritaiia herself, by one proud look, one haughty gesture, would have silenced such flippant rail- lery ; and he could not help feeling it a kind of treason to their old friendship that he should listen to it in patient endurance. " Listen to me, amigo mio," said he, in a tone of earnest passion, that seemed almost estranged from his nature latterly — " listen to me, while I tell you that in those far- away countries, whose people you regard with such contemptuous pity, there are women— ay, young girls — whose daring spirit would shame the courage of many of those fine gentlemen we spend our lives with ; and I, for one, have so much of the Indian in me, as to think that courage is the first of virtues." "1 cannot help fancying," said Linton, with an almost imperceptible raillery, " that there are other qualities would please me as well in a wife or a mistress." Visit to the *^ cashel PiCTtKE gallery." 253 " I have no doubt of it — and suit you better, too," said Cashel, savagely ; then hastily correcting himself for his rude speech, he added, " 1 believe, in good earnest, that you would as little sympathize with that land and its people as I do with this. Ay, if you want a confession, there's one for you. I'm longing to be back once more among the vast prairies of the West, galloping free after the dark-backed bisons, and strolling along in the silent forests. The enervation of this life wearies and depresses me — worse than all, I feel that, with a little more of it, I shall lose all energy and zest for that activity of body, which, to men like myself, supplies the place of thought, — a little more of it, and I shall sink into that lang-uid routine where dissipation supplies the only excitement." " This is a mere passing caprice ; a man who has wealth " " Thei-e it is," cried Cashel, inteiTupting him im- petuously ; " that is the eternal burden of your song. As if wealth, in forestalling the necessity for labour, did not, at the same time, deprive life of all the zeal of enter- prise. When I have stepped into my boat to board a Chilian frigate, I have had a prouder throbbing at my heart than ever the sight of that banker's cheque-book has given me. There's many a Gambusino in the Rocky Mountains a happier — ay, and a finer fellow, too, than the gayest of those gallants that ever squandered the gold lie quarried ! But why go on ? — we are speaking in unknown tongues to each other." The tone of irritation into which, as it seems uncon- sciously, Cashel had fallen, was not lost on the keen perception of Linton, and he was not sorry to feign a pretext for closing an interview whose continuance might be unpleasant. " I was thinking of a hurried trip down to Tubber- more," said he, rising; "we shall have these guests of yours in open rebellion, if we don't affect at least some- thing like preparation for their reception. I'll take Perystell along with me, and we'll see what can be done to get the old house in trim." " Thanks," said Cashel, as he walked up and down, his thoughts seeming engaged on some other theme. " I'll write to you a report of the actual condition of 254 ROLAND CASHEL. the fortress," said Linton, assuming all his habitual easy tVeedom of mannei', " and then, if you think of anytliing to sugc^est, you'll let me hear." " Yes, I'll write," said Cashel, still musing on his own thoughts. "I see pretty plainly," cried Linton, laughing, "there's no earthly use in asking you questions just now, your brain being otherwise occupied, and so, good-bye." " Good-bye — good-bye," said Cashel, endeavouring, but not with a very good grace, to shake off his pre-occupa- tion while ho shook hands with him ; and Linton descended the stairs, humming an opera air, with all the seeming light-heartedness of a very careless nature. Cashel, meanwhile, sat down, and, with his head rest- ing on his hand, pondered over their late interview. There were two circumstances which both puzzled and distressed him. How came it that Linton should have written this note to Kennyfeck on a subject which only seemed to have actually suggested itself in the course of this their very last conversation ? Had he already planned the whole campaign respecting the seat in Par- liament and the qualification, and was his apparently chance allusion to those topics a thing studied and devised beforehand ? This, if true, would argue vci'y ill for his friend's candour and fair dealing ; and yet, how explain it otherwise ? Was thei-e any other seat open to him for which to need a qualification ? If so, he had never spoken of it. It was the first time in his life that Cashel had conceived a suspicion of one whom he had regarded in the light of friend, and only they who have undergone a similar trial can understand the poignant suffering of the feeling ; and yet, palpable as the cause of such a doubt was, he had never entertained it had not Linton spoken disparagingly of the Kenny fecks ! This is a curious trait of human nature, but one worth con- sideration ; and while leaving it to the elucidation the penetration of each reader may suggest, we only reiterate the fact, that while Cashel could, without an effort, have forgiven the duplicity practised on himself, the levity Linton employed respecting Olivia engendered doubts of his honour too grave to be easily combated. As for Linton scarcely had he quitted Cashel, than he VISIT TO THE "CASHEL PICTURE GALLERY." 255 hastened to call on Kennyfeck ; he had written the note ah'cady alladed to, to leave at the house should the solicitor be from home ; but having left it by accident on the writing-table, his servant, discovering it to be sealed and addressed, had, without further question, left it at Kenny feck's house. As Linton went along, he searched his pockets for the epistle, but consoled himself by re- membering how he had left it at home. A few moments later found him at Kennyfeck's door. The attorney was at home, and, without any announce- ment, Linton entered the study where he sat. " I was this instant writing to you, sir," said Kenny- feck, rising, and placing a seat for him ; " Mr. Cashel, ou being informed of the wish expressed in your note " " Of what note ?" said Linton, in a voice of, for him, very unusual agitation. " This note — here, sir — dated — no, by-the-by, it is not dated, but brought by your servant two hours ago." Linton took the paper, glanced his eye over it, and then, in mingled chagrin and forgetfulness, tore it, and threw the fragments into the fire. " There is some mistake about this," said he slowly, and giving himself time to consider what turn he should lend it. "This is Mr, Cashel's reply, sir," said Kennyfeck, after pausing some moments, but in vain for the explana- tion. Linton eagerly caught the letter and read it through, and whatever scruples or fear he might have conceived for any other man's, it seemed as if he had little dread of Cashel's penetration, for his assured and easy smile at once showed that he had regained his wonted tranquillity. "Tou will then take the necessary steps, without delay, Kennyfeck," said he. "The elections cannot be very distant, and it is better to be prepared." As he spoke, he threw the letter back upon the table, but in a moment afterwards, while taking off" his gloves, managed to seize it and convey it to his pocket. " You know far better than I do, Kennyfeck," resumed he, " how sharp the lawyers can be in picking out any flaw respecting title and so forth ; for this reason, be careful that this document shall be as regular and binding as need be." 256 ROLAND CASHEL. j " It shall be submitted for counsel's opinion this even- I ing, sir ! " Not to Jones, then ; I don't fancy that gentleman, \ although I know he has some of your confidence; send it i to Hammond." 1 " As you please, sir.'' j " Another point. You'll not insert any clause respect- j ing the tenant in possession ; it would only be hampering j ns with another defence against some legal subtlety or other." " Mr. Cnshel does not desire this, sir?" " Of course not — you understand what the whole thing I means. AVell, I must say good-bye ; you'll have all ready i by the time I return to town. My respects to the j drawing-room. Adieu." " That was bad blunder about the note," muttered j Linton, as he walked along towards home, " and might j have lost the game, if the antagonist had any skill ! whatever." CHAPTER XXni. IINTON VISITS HIS ESTATE. " Let's see the field, and mark it well, For, here, will be the battle." Ottocab. "Does this path lead to the house, friend?" said a gentleman, whose dress bespoke recent travel, to the haggard, discontented figure of a man, who, seated on a stone beside a low and broken wicket, was lazily filling his pipe, and occasionally throwing stealthy glances at the stranger. A short nod of the head was the reply. " You belong to the place, I suppose ?" " Maybe I do ; and what then ?" " Simply that, as I am desirous of going thither, I should be glad of your showing me the way." " Troth, an' there's little to see when you get there," rejoined the other, sarcastically. ■" What are you by trade, if it's not displeasin' to ye?" LINTON VISITS HIS ESTATE. 257 " Tliat's tlie very qnostion I was about to ask you," said Linton, for it was himself; "you appear to have a very easy mode of life, whatever it be, since you are so indiiferent about earning- half-a-crown." Tom Kcane arose from his seat, and made an awkward attempt at saluting-, as lie said, — " 'Tis the dusk o' the evening prevented me seeing yer Loner, or I wouldn't be so bowld. This is the way to the Hall, sure enough." " This place has been greatly neglected of late," said Linton, as they walked along side by side, and endea- vouring, by a tone of familiarity, to set his companion at ease. "Troth, it is neglected, and always was as long as I remember. I was reared in it, and I never knew it other ; thistles and docks as big as your leg, everywhere, and the grass choked up with moss." " How came it to be so completely left to ruin ?" "Anan!" muttered he, as if not well comprehending the question, but, in reality, a mere device employed to give him more time to scan the stranger, and guess at his probable object. " I was asking," said Linton, " how it happened that a fine old place like this was suffered to go to wreck and ruin ?" " Faix, it's ould enough, anyhow," said the other, with a coarse laugh. "And large too." "Yer honor was here afore?" said Tom, stealthily glancing at him under his brows. "I'm thinking I rcniemher yer honor's faytures. You wouldn't be the gentleman that came down Avith Mr. Duffy?" "No; this is my first vist to these parts; now, where docs this little road lead ? It seems to be better cared for than the rest, and the gate, too, is neatly kept." " That goes down to the cottage, sir — Tubber-bcg, as they call it. Yer honer isn't Mr. Cashel himself?" said Tom, reverentially taking off his tattered hat, and attempting an air of courtesy, which sat marvellously ill upon him. " I have not that good luck, my friend." " 'Tis good lack ye may call it," sighed Tom ; " a VOL. I. g 258 ROLAND CASIIEL. good Inck tliat doesn't fall to many ; bnt, inaybc, yc don't want it ; maybe yer lioner- " "And who lives iu the cottafje of Tabbcr-brc: ?" said X • • • Linton, inieiTuptmg, "One Corrigan, sir; an old man and his grand- daughter." " Good kind of people, are they ? " " Ayeh ! there's worse, and there's betther ! They're as proud as Lucifer, and poor as naygurs." " And this is the Hall itself?" exclaimed Linton, as he stopped directly in front of the old dilapidated building, whose deformities were only exaggerated by the patchy eliect of a faint moonlight. " Ay, there it is," grinned Tom, " and no beauty cither; and ugly as it looks without, it's worse within ! There's cracks in the walls ye could put your hand through, and the windows is rotten, where they stand." " It is not very tempting, certainly, as a residence," said Linton, smiling. " Ah, but if ye heerd the rats, the way they do be i-aciu' and huntin' each other at night, and the wind bellowsin' down the chimbleys, such screechin'and yellin' as it keeps, and then the slates rattlin', till ye'd tliiuk the ould roof was comin' off altogether — be my soul, there's many a man wouldn't take the property and sleep a night in that house." " One would do a great deal, notwithstanding, for a fine estate like this," said Linton, drily. There was something, either in the words or the accent, that touched Tom Keane's sympathy for the speaker; some strange suspicion perhaps, that he was one whose fortune, like his own, was not beyond the casualties and chances of life, and it was with a species of coai^se friendship that he said, "Ah, if we had it between us, we'd do well." " Right well ; no need to ask for better," said Linton, with a heartiness of assent that made the other perfectly at eaye. " I'm curious to have a look at the inside of the place ; I suppose there is no hindrance ?" "None in life! I live below, and, faix, there's no living anywhere else, for most of the stairs is burned, and, as I towld ye, the rats has upstaii"S all to themselves. Nancy, give us a light," ci'ied he, passing into the dark and spacious LINTON VISITS HIS ESTATE. 259 hall, " I'm going to show a gentleman the curiosities. I ax your honer's pardon, the place isn't so clean as it might be.'"' Linton gave one peep into the long and gloomy chamber, where the whole family were huddled together in all the wretchedness and disorder of a cabin, and at once drew back. "The cows is on the other side," said the man, " and, beyond, there's four rooms was never plastered; andthei-e, where you see the straw, that's the billiard-room, and in- side of it again, there's a place for play-actin', and, more by token, there's a quare thing there." " What's that ?" asked Linton, whose curiosity was excited by the remark. " Come, and I'll show yer honer." So saying, he led on through a nai-row corridor, and, passing through two or three dilapidated, ruined chambers, they entered a large and spacious apartment, whose sloping floor at once showed Linton that they were standing on the stage of a theati*e. Tom Keane held up the flickering light, that the other might see the torn and tattei-ed remnants of the decora- tions, and the fragments of scenes, as they flapped to and fro. "It's a dhroll place, anyhow," said he, "and there's scarce a bit of it hasn't a trap-door, or some other con- trivance of the like ; but here's one stranger than all ; this is what I towld yer honor about." He walked, as he spoke, to the back wall of the building, where, on the sui-face of the plaster, a rude scene, representing a wood, was painted, at one side of which a massive pile of rock, overgrown with creepers, stood. " Now, ye'd never guess what was there," said Tom, holding the candle in diffisrent situations to exhibit the scene ; "and, indeed, I found it by chance myself; see this," — and he pressed a small but scarcely perceptible knob of bi-ass in the wall, and at once, what appealed to be the surface of the rock, slid back, discover- ing a dark space behind, " Come on, now, after me," continued he. Linton followed, and they ascended a narrow stair constructed in the substance of the wall, and barely suilicient to admit one person. Arriving at the top, after a few seconds' delay, Tom opened a small door, and they stood in a large and well- S 2 230 ROLAKD CASHEL. proportioned room, Avliere some worm-ealen bed- furniture yet remained. The door had been once, as a small frag- ment of glass showed, the fi-ame of a large mirror, and must have been quite beyond the reach of ordinary powers of detection. " That was a cunning way to steal down among the play actliers," said Kcane, grinning, while Linton, with the greatest attention, remarked the position of the door and its secret fastening. "I suppose no one but yourself knows of this stair?" said Linton. " Sorra one, sir, except, maybe, some of the smugglers that used to come here long ago from the mouth of the Shannon. This was one of their hiding-places." "Well, if this old mansion comes ever to be inhabited, one might have rare fun by means of that passage ; so be sure you keep the secret well. Let that be a padlock on your lips." And, so saying, he took a sovereign from his purse and gave it to him. "Your name is " "Tom, ycr honer — Tom Keane ; and, by this and by that, I'm ready to do yer honor's bidding from this hour out " " Well, we shall be good friends, I see," interrupted Linton ; '' you may, perhaps, be useful to me, and I can also be able to serve you. Now, which is the regular entrance to this chamber ? " "There, sir; it's the last door as ye see in the long passage. Them is all bedrooms along there, but it's not safe to walk down, for the floor is rotten." liinton noted down in a memory far from defective the circumstances of the chamber, and then followed hia guide through the remainder of the house, which in every quarter presented the same pictui^e of ruin and decay, " The bit of candle is near out," said Tom, " but sure there isn't much more to be seen ; there's rooms there was never opened, and more on the other side, the same. The place is as big as a barrack, and here we are once more on the grand stair." For once, the name was not ill applied, as, constructed of Portland stone, and railed with massive banisters of iron, it presented features of solidity and endurance, in marked contrast to the other portions of the edifice. LINTON VISITS HIS ESTATE. 261 Linton cast one more glance around the gloomy entrance, and sallied forth into the free air. " I'll see you to-mor- row, Tom," said he, " and we'll have some talk together. Good night." " Good night, and good luck to ycr honor ; but won't you let me see your honer out of the grounds — as far at the big gate, at least ? " " Thanks ; I know the road perfectly already, and I rather like a lonely stroll of a fine night like this." Tom, accordingly, reiterated his good wishe?, and Linton was suffered to pursue his way unaccompanied. Increasing his speed as ho arrived at a turn of the road, he took the path which led off the main approach, and led down by the river-side to the cottage of Tubber-beg. There was a feeling of strong interest which prompted him to see this cottage, which now he might call his own ; and as he went, he regarded the little clumps of ornamental planting, the well-kept walks, the neat palings, the quaint benches beneath the trees, with very different feelinsrs from those he had bestowed on the last-visited scene. Nor was he insensible to the landscape beauty which certain vistas opened, and, seen even by the faint light of a new moon, were still rich promises of picturesque situation. Suddenly, and without any anticipation, he found him- self on turning a little copse of evergreens, in front of the cottage, and almost beneath the shadow of its deep porch. AVhatever his previous feelings of self-interest in every detail around, they were speedily routed by the scene before him. In a large and well furnished drawing-room, where a single lamp was shining, sat an old man in an easy-chair, his features, his attitude, and his whole bearing indicating the traces of recent illness. Beside him, on a low stool almost at his feet, was a young girl of singular beauty — the plastic grace of her tigure, the easy motion of tho head, as from time to time she raised it to throw upwards a look of aifectionate reverence, and the long, loose masses of her hair, which, accidentally unfastened, fell on either shoulder, making rather one of those ideals which a Raphael can conceive than a mere creature of CYCry-day existeuce. Although late autumn, the 2G2 ROLAND CASHEL. windows lay open to tlio ground, for, as yet, no toucli of coming winter had visited this secluded and favoured spot. In the still quiet of the night, her voice, for she alone spoke, could be heard ; at first, the mere murmur of the accents reached Linton's ears, but even from them ho could gather the tone of cheering and encouragement in which she spoke. At length he heard her say, in a voice of ahiiost tremulous enthusiasm, " It was so like you, dear papa, not to tell this Mr. Cashel that you had yourself a claim, and, as many think, a rightful one, to this same estate, and thus not trouble the stream of his muniti- cence." " Nay, child, it had been as impolitic as unworthy to do so," said the old man ; "he who stoops to I'eceive a favour should detract nothing from the generous senti- ment of the granter." " For my part, I would tell him," said she, eagerly, " that his noble conduct has for ever barred my prosecuting such a claim, and that if, to-morrow, the fairest proofs of my right should reach me, I'd throw them in the tire." " To get credit for such self-sacrifice, Mary, one must be independent of all hypothesis ; one must do, and not merely promise. Now, it would be hard to expect Mr. Cashel to feel the same conviction I do, that this confisca- tion was repealed by letters under the hand of Majesty itself. The Brownes, through whom Cashel inherits, were the stewards of my ancestors, entrusted with all their secret affairs, and cognizant of all their family matters. Prom the humble position of dependents, they suddenly sprang into wealth and fortune, and ended by purchasing the very estate they once lived on as day- labourers — sold as it was, like all confiscated estates, for a mere fraction of its value." '' Oh, base ingratitude ! " " Worse still ; it is said, and with great reason to believe it true, that Hammond Browne, who was sent over to London by my great grandfather to negotiate with the Government, actually received the free pardon and the release of the confiscation, but concealed and made away with both, and, to prevent my grandfather being driven to further pursuit, gave him the lease of this cottage on the low terms we continue to hold it." LINTON VISITS HIS ESTATE. 263 A low, faint cough from the old man warned his grand- daughter of the dangers of the night air, and she arose and closed the windows. They still continued their con- versation, but Linton, unable to hear more, returned to his inn, deeply reflecting over the strange disclosures he had overheard. CHAPTER XXIV. BREAKFAST UITII MR. CORRiaAH. " How cold is treachery." Play. ""Wnocan Mr. Linton be, my dear?" said old Mr. Cor- rigan, as he sat at breakfast the next day, and pondered over the card which, with a polite request for an inter- view, the servant had just delivered. " I cannot remem- ber the name, if I ever heard it before ; but should we not invite him to join us at breakfast ? " " Where is he, Simon?" asked Miss Leicester. " At the door, miss, and a very nice-looking gentleman as ever I saw." " Say that I have been ill, Simon, and cannot walk to the door, and beg he'll be kind enough to come in to breakfast." AVith a manner where ease and deference were ad- mirably blended, Linton entered the room, and apolo- gizing for his intrusion, said, " I have come down here, sir, on a little business matter for my friend Roland Cashel, and I could not think of returning to town with- out making the acquaintance of one for whom my friend has already conceived the strongest feeling of intei^est and regard. It will be the first question I shall hear when I get back, ' Well, what of Mr. Corrigan, and how is he?'" While making this speech, which he delivered in a tone of perfect frankness,- he seemed never to have noticed the presence of Miss Leicester, who had retired a little as he 2G1 ROLAND CASHEL. entered tlic room, nnd now, on being introduced to her, made Lis acknowledgments with a grave courtesy. " And so our young landlm-d is tlunking of taking up his residence amongst us?" said Corrigan, as Liutou assumed his phice at the breakfast-table. " For a few weeks ho purposes to do so, but T question greatly if the tranquil pleasures and homely duties of a country life will continue long to attract him ; he is very yonng, and the world so new to him, that he will scarcely settle down anywhere, or to anything, for some time to come." " Experience is a capital thing, no doubt, Mr. Linton, but I'd rather trust the generous impulses of a good- hearted youth in a country like this, long neglected by its gentry. Let him once take an interest in the place and the people, and I'll vouch for the rest. Is he a sportsman ? " " He ivas, when in Mexico ; but buffalo and antelope hunting are very different from what this country off'ers." " Do'es he read ? — is he studious ?" said Mary. " Not even a newspaper, Miss Leicester. He is a fine, high-spirited, dashing fellow, and if good-nature and honourable intentions could compensate for defective education and training, he would be perfect." " They'll go very far, depend on it, Mr. Linton. In these days, a man of wealth can buy almost anything. Good sense, judgment, skill, are all in the market; but a generous nature and a warm heart are God's gifts, and can neither be grafted nor transplanted." " You'll like him, I'm certain, Mr, Corrigan." _ " I know I shall. I have reason for the anticipation; Tiernay told me the handsome words he used when according me a favour^ — and here comes the doctor him- self." And as he spoke, Dr. Tiernay entered the room, his flushed face and hurried breathing bespeaking a hasty walk. " Good-morrow, Tiernay. Mr. Linton, let me present our doctor; not the least among our local advantages, as you can tell your friend Mv. Cashel." " We've met before, sir," said Tiernay, scanning, with a steady gaze, the countenance which, wreathed in smiles, seemed to invite rather than dread recognition. " I am happy to be remembered, "Dr. Tiernay," said BREAKFAST WITH MR. CORRIGAN. 265 Linton, '' altliougli I fancy our meeting was too brief for much acquaintance ; but we'll know each other better, I trust, hereafter." " No need, sir," whispered Ticrnay, as he passed close to his side ; " 1 beheve we read each other pei'fectly already." Linton smik'd, and bowed, as though accepting the speech in some complimentary sense, and turned towards !Miss Leicester, who was busily arranging some dried plants in a volume. "These are not specimens of this neighbourhood?" said Linton, taking up some heaths which are seldom found save in Alpine regions. " Yes, sir," interrupted Tiernay, " you'll be surprised to find hei'e productions which would not seem native to these wilds." " If you take an interest in such things," said old Corrigan, " you can't have a better guide than my grand- daughter and Tiernay; they know every crag and glen for twenty miles round ; all I bargain for is, don't be late back for dinner. You'll give us your company, I hope, sir, at six ? " Linton assented, with a cordial pleasure that delighted his inviter; and Mar}', so happy to see the gratified expression of her grandfather's face, looked gratefully at the stranger for his polite compliance. " A word with you, sii*," whispered Tiernay in Linton's ear; and he passed out into the little flower-garden, say- ing, as he went, " I'll show Mr. Linton the grounds, Miss Mar}^, and you shall not have to neglect your household cares." Linton followed him without speaking, nor was a word interchanged between them till they had left the cottage a considerable distance behind them. " Well, sir,'' said Linton, coming to a halt, and speaking in a voice of cold and steadfast purjiose, " how far do you propose that I am to bear you company?" " Only till we are beyond the danger of being over- heard," said Tierna}^ turninc round. "Here will do perfectly. You will doubtless say, sir, that in asking you for an exi)lanation of why I see you in this cottage, that I am exceeding the bounds of what right and duty ulone impose." 26G ROLAND CASHEL. " You anticipate mc precisely," said Linton, Karcasti- cally, " and to save you tlie embarrassment of so obviously impertinent a proceeding, I beg to say that I shall neither {lilord you the slightest satisfaction on this or any other subject of inquiry. Now, sir, what next ? " " Do you forget the occasion of our first meeting ? " said the doctor, who actually was abashed beneath the practised effrontery of his adversary. " Not in the least, sir. You permitted yourself on that occasion to take a liberty, which from your age and other circunjstances I consented to pass unnoticed, I shall not always vouch for the same patient endurance on my part; and so pray be cautious how you provoke it." " It was at that meeting," said the doctor, with pas- sionate earnestness, " that I heard you endeavour to dis- suade your friend from a favourable consideration of that man's claim, whose hospitality you now accept of. It was with an insolent sneer at Mr. Cashel's simplicity " "Pray stop, sir^ — not too far, I beseech you. The whole alFair, into which by some extraordinary self-delu- sion you consider yourself privileged to obtrude, is very simple. This cottage and the grounds appertaining to it are mine. This old gentleman, for whom I entertain the highest respect, is my tenant. The legal proof of what I say, I promise to submit to you within the week ; and it was to rescue Mr. Cashel from the inconsistency of pledging himself to Avhat was beyond his powers of per- formance, that I interfered. Your very ill-advised zeal prevented this ; and rather than increase the awkward- ness of a painful situation, I endured a veiy unprovoked and impertinent remark. Now, sir, you have the full explanation of my conduct, and my opinion of yours ; and I see no reason to continue the interview." So saying, Linton touched his hat and turned back towards the cottage. -^ tQi ^ rrr^ 2G7 CHAPTER XXV. TCBBEKMORE TRANSFORMED. "Ay, sir, the knave is a deep one." Old Play. To save our reader tlie tedious task of following Mr. Linton's movements, however necessary to our story some insight into them may be, we take the shorter, and there- fore pleasanter course, of submitting one of his own brief notes to Roland Cashel, written some thi-ee days after his arrival at Tubbermore : — " Still here, my dear Cashel, still in this Tipperary Siberia, where our devotion to your service has called and still retains us — and what difficulties and dangers have been ours ! Wliat a land ! — and what a people ! Of a truth, I no longer .envy the rich landed proprietor — as, in my ignorance, I used to do some weeks back. To begin. Your Chateau de Tubbermore, which seems a cross between a gaol and a county hospital without, and is a downright ruin within, stands in a park of thistles and docks, whose luxuriant growth are a contemptuous reflection upon your trees, which positively don't grow at all. So ingeniously placed is this desirable residence, that although the country, the river, and the mountains, offer some tine landscape effects, not a vestige of any of them can be seen from your windows. Your dining-room, late a nursery for an interesting family of small pigs, looks out upon the stables, picturesque as they are in fissured walls and tumbling rafters ; and one of the drawing- rooms — they call it the blue room — a tint so likely to be caught up by the spectators — opens upon a garden — but what a garden ! Fruit-trees there are none — stay, I am unjust, two have been left standing to give support to a clothes-lino, where the amiable household of your care- taker, Mr. Cane, are pictorially represented by various 2G8 ROLAND CiSHEL. gnrmonts, crescendo from the tunic of tender years to tlio I'liU-gi'own 'toga.' But wliy cumnorato small details? Let me rather deal in negatives, and tell you there is not a whole pa,ne of glass in the entire building — not a grate — few doors — little ilooriiig, and actually no roof. The slates, where there are such, are so loose that the wind rattles among them like the keys of a gigantic piano, and usually ends with a grand Freischutz cH'cct, which tmcovei'S a room or two. The walls are everywhci'c so rotten, that if you would break a loop-hole, you throw down enough to drive a ' break ' through ; and as for the chimneys, the jackdaw may plead the Statute of Limitations, and defy to surrender a possession which certainly dates from the past century ! Perystell is in despair ; he goes about sticking his thumb through the rotting timbers, and knocking down partitions with a kick of his foot, and exclaiming against the ignorance of the last age of architects, who, I take it, were pretty much like their successors, save in the thefts committed from Greek and Roman models-. This is not tempting, nor the remedy for it easy. Stone and mortar are as great luxuries here as ice-cream at Calcutta; there are no work- men, or the few are merely artificers in mud. Timber is an exotic — glass and iron are traditions ; so that if you desire to be an Irish country gentleman, your pursuit of territorial ascendancy has all the merit of difficulty. Now — que faire ? Shall we restore, or, rather, rebuild, or shall we put forty pounds of Dartford gunpowder in one of the cellars, and blow the whole concern to him who must have devised it? Such is the course I should certainly adopt myself, and only feel regret at the ignoble service of the honest explosive. " Perystell, like all his tribe, is a pedant, and begins by asking for two years, and I won't say how many thousand pounds. My I'eply is, ' Months and hundreds, vice years and thousands' — and so we are at issue. I know your anxiety to receive the people you have invited, and I feel how fruitless it would be to tell you with what apologies I, if in your place, should put them off; so pray instruct me how to act. Shall I commission Perystell to go to Avork in all form, and meanwhile make a portion of the edifice habitable ? or shall I — and I rather admire the TUBBEllMOnE TRANSlfORMED. 269 plan — get a corps of stage artificers from Drury La.ne, and dress up the house as they run up a provincial theatre ? I know you don't care about cost, which, after all, is the only real objection to the scheme, and if you incline to my suggestion about the fireworks for a finish, it will be perfectly appropriate. " ' My own cottage ' — so far, at least, as I could see of it without intruding on the present occupant — is very pretty : roses, and honeysuckle, and jasmines, and such- like ruralities, actually enveloping it. It is well placed, too, in a snug little nook, sheltered from the north, and with 8; peep at the river in front — just the sort of place where bafHed ambition and disappointment would retire to, and where, doubtless, some of these days, Tom Linton, not being selected by her Majesty as Chief Secretary for the Home Office, will be aimounced in the papers to have withdrawn from public life, ' to prosecute the more con- genial career of literature.' There is a delicious little boudoir, too — such is it at present ; you or I would make it a smoking crib — looking over the Shannon, and with a fine bold mountain, well wooded, beyond. I should like a gossip with you in that bay-window, in the mellow hour, when confidence, which hates candles, is at its full. "Have I told you everything':' I scarcely know, my head is so fall of roof- trees, rafters, joists, gables, and parapets. Halt! I was forgetting a pretty — that is not the word — a handsome girl, daughter or granddaughter of our tenant, Mr. Corrigan, one of those saintly, virginal heads Raphael painted, with finely pencilled eyebrows, delicate beyond expression above ; severe, in the cold, un- impassioned character of the mouth and lips ; clever, too, or, what comes to nearly the same, odd and eccentric, being educated by an old St. Omer priest, who taught her Latin, French, Italian, with a dash of theology, and, better than all, to sing Proven9al songs to her own accom- paniment on the piano. You'll say, with such companion- ship, Siberia is not so bad after all, nor would it, perhaps, if we had nothing else to think of. Besides, she is as proud as an Aut^trian archduchess — has the blood of, God knows how many, kings — Ii'ish, of course — in her veins, and looks upon me — Saxon that I am — as a moun- tain-ash might do on a mushroom." 270 ROLAND CASHEL. There was no erasure but one, and that very slight, and seeming unimportant : he had written Tubber-beg at the top of the letter, and, perceiving it, had clianged it to TiiLbermore, the fact being that he bad ali-eady establisbed himself as an inmate of the " Cottage," and a guest of ]\Ir. Corrigan. We need not dwell on the arts by which Linton accomplished this object, to which, indeed, Mr. Corrigan's hospitable habits contributed no difficulty. The " doctor," alone could have interposed any obstacle, and he, knowing the extent of Linton's power, did not dare to do so, contenting himself to watch narrowly all his proceedings, and warn his friend whenever warning could no longer be delayed. Without enjoying the advantages of a careful education, Linton's natural quickness counterfeited knowledge so well that few, in every-day intercourse, could detect the im- position. He never read a book through, but he skimmed some thousands, and was thoroughly familiar with that process so popular in our Universities, and technically termed " cramming " an author. In this way, there were few subjects on which he could not speak fairly, a faculty to which considerable fluency and an easy play of fancy lent great assistance. His great craft, however, was — and whatever may be said on the subject, it would seem the peculiar gilt of certain organizations — that he was able, in an inconceivably short time, to worm himself into the confidence of almost all with whom he came in con- tact. His natural good sense, his singularly clear views, his ever ready sympathy, but, more than all, the dexterity with which he could affect acquaintance with topics he was all but totally ignorant of, pointed him out as the very person to hear the secrets of a family. Mr. Corrigan was not one to exact any great efforts of Linton's tact in this walk ; his long isolation from the world, joined to a character naturally frank, made him communicative and open ; and before Linton had passed a week under his roof, he had heard all the circumstances of the old forfeiture, and the traditionary belief of the family that it had been withdrawn under a special order of thj King in council. " You are quite right," said Linton, one night, as this theme had been discussed for some hours, " never to have The Discovery. 01 h irl PO: m'l bi( to app cohi CODI slot earti lim ties to it, "{ pled; "1 llaie laij; iiitoii, TUBBEEMORE TRANSFOEMED. 271 alluded to tins in any correspondence witli Cashel. His hasty and excitable temper would have construed the whole into a threat — and there is no saying how he might have resented it." " I did not speak of it for a very different reason," said old Corrigan, proudly ; " I had just accepted a favour — and a great one — at his hands, and I would not tarnish the lustre of his noble conduct by even the possibility of self-interest." Linton was silent — a strucjo-le of some kind seemed working witliin him, but he did not speak, and at last sauntered from the room, and passed out into the little garden in front. He had not gone far, Avhen he heard a lii^ht footstep on the gravel behind him. He turned, and saw ItJary Leicester. " I have followed you, Mr. Linton," said she, in a voice whose agitation was perceptible, " because I thought it possible that some time or other, in your close intimacy with Mr. Cashel, you might allude to this topic, and I know what distress such a communication would occasion to my grandfather. Our claim— if the word be not in- applicable — can never be revived ; for myself, there is no condition of privation I would not rather meet, than en- counter the harassing vicissitudes of a struggle which should embitter my poor dear grandfather's few years on earth. The very mention of the theme is sure to render him irritable and unhappy. Promise me, then, to avoid the subject as much as possible, here, and never to advert to it, elsewhere." " Should I not be doing you a gross injustice by such a pledge ? " said Linton, mildly, " I can endure that ; I cannot support the alternative. Make me this promise." " I make it, truly and solemnly ; would it were in my power to pledge myself to aught of real seiwice to Miss Leicester." " There is one such," said Mary, after a pause, " and yet I am ashamed to ask it — ashamed of the presumption it would imply— and yet I feel acquitted to my own heart." " What is it ? — only tell me how I can serve you," said Linton, j^assiouately. 272 ROLAND CASHEL. "I, have scarce courage for the avowal," said she, iu a low, faint voice. " It is not that my self-love can bo wounded by any judgment that mny be ]iroiiouncod — it ! is rather that I dread faihire for itself. Jn a word, ]\Ir. I Linton, certain circumstances of fortune have pressed upon my grandfather's resources, some of which I am aware of — of others ignorant. So much, however, do I know, that the comforts, so necessary to his age and habits, have diminished one by one — each year seeing j some new privations, where increasing infirmity wouhi ' demand more ease. In this emergency, I have thought of | an effort — you will smile at the folly, perhaps, but be I lenient for the motive — I have endeavoured to make some of the many i-eminisccnces of his own early years con- tribute to his old age, and have written certain short sketches of the time when, as a youth, he served as a soldier of the body-guard of Louis XVI. I know how utterly valueless they are in a literary point of view — but I have thought that, as true pictures of a time now probably passed away never to return agnin, they might have their interest. Such is my secret. My entreaty is, to ask of you to look at therq, and, if not utterly un- worthy, to assist me regarding their publication." " I not only promise this, but I can pledge myself to the success," said Linton; "such recitals of life and manners as I have listened to from Mr. Corrigan would be invaluable ; we know so little in England " " Nay, let me stop you ; they are written in French. My hope is to procure their insertion in some French journal, as is the custom now-a-days. Here tliey nre," said she, handing him a packet with a trembling hand. " I have but to say, that if they be all I fear them, you will be too true a friend to peril me by a rejection." And without waiting for a reply, she hurried back to the house. Many minutes had not elapsed ere Linton found himself in his room, with the open manuscript before him. It was quite true, he had not in anticipation conceived a very high idea of Miss Leicester's efforts, because his habit, like that of a great number of shrewd people, was to regard all amateur performances as very inferior, and that only they who give themselves wholly up to any pursuit TUBBERMORE TRANSFORMED. 273 attain even mediocrity. He had not, however, read many pages ere he was struck by the evidence of high ability. The style was everywhere simple, chaste, and elegant ; the illustrations natural and graceful ; and the dialogue, $vhen occurring, marked by all the epigrammatic smart- ness which characterized the era. The sketches also had the merit of life-pictures — real characters of the day, being drawn with a vigour that only actual knowledge could impart. All these excellences Linton could perceive and estimate ; but there were many very far above his power of appreciation. As it was, he read on, fascinated by the interest the scenes inspired, nor ceased till the last page was completed, when, throwing himself on his bed, he fell soon asleep, and dreamed of Mary Leicester. His very first care, on waking, was to resume the manuscript, and see how far the impression first mode might be corroborated by afterthought. It was while reading, that the post had just arrived, bringing, among other letters, one in Phillis's hand, which was, though brief, significant : — " Sir, — There is no time to be lost. The K.'s are here every day, and Lord C ■ spends every morning here till three or four O'C. Mr. Meek has written to ask for Mr. C.'s interest in the borough — what answer given, not known. Mr. C would seem to be agiiin pressed for money. He was here twice yesterday. The rumour is, that Mr. 0. will marry Miss 0. K. immediately. Pearse overheard Mr. K. warning Mr. 0. against Mr. Linton as a very dangerous intimate. Ld. C. F. said, when sitting here yesterday, ' I have known Master Tom some years, and never knew the man he did not help to ruin with whom he had any influence.' Mr. C. said something about being on his guard, and ' suspecting ' — but the exact words were not heard. Lord K. and Lady breakfasted with Mr. C. to-day, and stayed till two. Lady K. swept down with her dress a Sevres jar in the boudoir — heai'd Mr. C. say that he would not give the fragments for the most precious vase in the Tuileries. Lord K. asked what he said, and her Ladyship replied that Mr. C.'s vase was unhappily the fellow of one in the Tuileries, and looked VOL. I. T 274 ROLAND CASIIEL. confused at the accident. Mr. Linton is warned to lose no time, as Mr. C. is hourly falling deeper into other influences — and every day something occurs to injure Mr. L.'s interest. — Honoured sir, in duty yours, " P. " N.B. — The yacht came into harbour from Cowes last night." The same day which brought this secret despatch saw one from Linton to Cashel, saying, that by the aid of four hundred workmen in various crafts, unceasing toil, and unwearied zeal, Tubbermore would be ready to receive his guests by the following Wednesday. A steamer, hired specially, had brought over from London nearly every- thing which constitutes the internal arrangement of a house, and as money had been spent without control, difficulties melted away into mei^e momentary embarrass- ments — impossibilities there were none. The letter con- tained a long list of commissions for Cashel to execute, given, however, with no other object tlian to occupy his time for the remaining few days in town as much as possible. This written and sent off, Linton addi-esscd himself to his task of preparation with an energy few could surpass, and while the tradespeople were stimulated by increased pay to greater efforts, and the work was carried on through the night by torchlight, the whole demesne swarmed with labourers, by whom roads were cut, paths gravelled, fences levelled, flower-plots devised, even the garden — that labyrinth of giant weeds — was reduced to order, till in the hourly changing aspect of the place it was hard not to recognize the wand of enchant>- ment. It was, indeed, like magic to see how fountains sprang up, and threw their sprayey showers over the new-planted shrubs ; new paths led away into dense groves of trees ; windows, so late half walled up, now opened upon smooth, shaven turf, or disclosed a reach of swelling landscape ; and chambers, that a few days back were the gloomy abode of the bat and the night-owl, became of a sudden cheerful and lightsome. Stuccoed ceilings, mirror-panelled windows, gilded cor- nices, and carved architraves — all of which would imply time and long laboui' — were there at once and on the moment, for the good fairy who did these things knows not failure TUBBERMOKE TEANSFORMED. 275 — the banker's clieqiie-book. From the great hall to the uppermost chamber the aspect of all bespoke comfort. The elegances of life, Linton well knew, are like all other refinements, not capable of being " imj^rovised," but the daily comforts are. The meaner objects which make up the sum of hourly want — the lazy ottoman, the downy- pillowed fauteuils, the little squabs that sit in windows to provoke flirtations and inspire confidences ; the tempting little writing-tables that suggest pen and ink ; the billiard- table, opening on the flower-garden, so redolent of sweet odours, that you feel exonerated for the shame of an in-door occupation ; the pianos, and guitars, and harps scattered about in various places, as though to be ever ready to the touch ; the books, and prints, and portfolios, that give excuse to the lounging mood, and text for that indolent chit-chat, so pleasant of a morning, — all these, and a thousand other things, seen through the long per- spective of a handsome suite of rooms, do make up that sum, for which our own dear epithet, "comfort," has no foreign equivalent. We have been often compelled, in this veracious history, to reflect with harshness on certain traits of Mr. Linton's morality. Let us make him the small runeude in our power to say, tliat in his present functions he was unsur- passable — and here, for the moment, we leave him. CHAPTER XXVI. BAD GENERALSHIP. '* They alle agrede to disagree, A moste united Familie !" Great was the excitement and bustle in tho Kennyfeck family on the arrival of a brief note from Roland Cashel, setting forth that the house at Tubbcrmore was at length in a state to receive his guests, who were invited for the following Wednesday. Although this visit had rarely been alluded to in Cashel's 'i- 2 27 G EOLAND CASIIEL. presence, it was a very frequent topic of tlie family in secret committee, and many were the fears inspired by lonq- postponement that the event would never come olF. Each indeed, looked forward to it with very different feel- ings. Independent of all more purely personal views, Mrs. Kennyleck speculated on the immense increase of importance she should obtain socially, in the fact of being domesticated in the same bouse with a commander of the forces and his lady, not to speak of secretaries, aides-de- camp, and Heaven knows what other functionaries. The young ladies had prospective visions of another order, and poor Kennyfeck fai:icied himself a kind of agricultural Metternich, who was about, at the mere suggestion of his will, to lay down new territorial limits on the estate, and cut and carve the boundaries at his pleasure. Aunt Fanny, alone, was not warmed by the enthusiasm around her; tirst of all, there were grave doubts if she could accompany the others, as no precise invitation had ever been accorded to her ; and although Mrs. Kennyfeck stoutly averred "she was as good as asked," the elder daughter plainly hinted at the possible awkwardness of such a step, Olivia preserving between the two a docile neutrality. "I'm sorry iov your sake, my dear," said Miss OTIara to Olivia, with an accent almost tart, " because I thought I might be useful." " it is very provoking for all our sakes," said Miss Kennyfeck, as though quietly suffering the judgment to be pronounced ; " we should have been so happy all together." " If your father was any good, he'd manage it at once," paid Mrs. K., with a resentful glance towards poor Mr. Kennyfeck, who, with spectacles on his forehead, and the newspaper on his knee, fancied he was thinking. " \\'e should have some very impertinent remark upon it, I'm certain," said Miss K., who, for reasons we must leave to the reader's own acutcncss, was greatly averse to her aunt accompanying them, " so many of one family ! I know how Linton will speak of it." " Let him, if he dare ; I wonder whose exertions placed Cashel himself in the position he enjoys," said Mrs. Kenny- feck, angrily, and darting a look of profound contempt at her husband, recognizing, doubtless, the axiom of the BAD GEXERALSHIP. 277 ignoble means through which Providence occasionally etliects our destinies. '' I can remain here, mamma, for that matter," said Olivia, in a voice of angelic innocence. " Sweet — artless creature," whispered her sister, " not to know how all our devices are exercised for her." " It's really too provoking, Fanny," said Mrs. Kennyfeck; " you were just beginning to acquire that kind of influence over him which would be so serviceable, and once in the country, where so many opportunities for joining him in his walks would occur, I calculated immensely on your assistance." "Well, my dear, it can't be helped," sighed i^unt Fanny. " Couldn't we allude to it to-day, when Cashel calls, and say something about your going away to the country and our regrets at parting, and so on ? Olivia, you might do that very easily." "It wouldn't do for Olivia," said Aunt Fanny, very sententiouslj^. " Quite right, aunt," chimed in Miss Kennyfeck ; " that would be like old Admiral Martin, who shot away all his ammunition firing salutes." "Mr. Kennyfeck!" said his spouse, with a voice of command ; " I vow he is deafer every day — Mr. Kenny- feck, you must call on Mr. Cashel this morning, and say that we really cannot think of inflicting him with an entire family; that you and I alone — or you and Olivia " "^0 — no, Mr. Kennyfeck and Caroline," interposed Aunt Fanny, "say that." " Thanks for the preference," said Miss Kennyfeck, wiHi a short nod, "lam to play lightning-conductor; isn't it 80?" " Or shall I propose going alone ? " interposed Mr. Kennyfeck, in all the solemnity of self-importance. "Isn't he too bad?" exclaimed his wife, turning to the others; " did you ever conceive there could be anything as dull as that man ? We cannot trust you with any part of the transaction." " Here comes Mr. Cashel himself," said Miss Kennyfeck, as a phaeton drove rapidly to the door, and Cashel, accom- panied by a friend, descended. 278 ROLAND CASHEL. " Not a word of what we were speaking', Mr. Kenny- feck!" said ill s wife sternly, for she reposed slight reli- ance on his tact, *' Who is with him?" whispered Olivia to her sister; but not heeding the question, Miss Kennyfeck said, — " Take mij advice, Livy, and get rid of your duenna. You'll play your own game better." Before there was time for rejoinder. Lord Charles Fro- bisher and Cashel entered the drawing-room. "You received my note, 1 hope, Mrs. Kennyfeck," said Roland, as he accepted her cordially offered hand, " I only this morning got Linton's last bulletin, and imme- diately wrote off to tell j'ou." " That ii significant," whispered Miss Kennyfeck to Olivia. "To give us the earliest intelligence." "I trust the announcement is not too abrupt." " Of course not, — our only scruple is, the largeness of our party. "We are really shocked at the notion of inflict- ing an entire family upon you," " Beware the Bear," whispered Lord C, in a very adroit undertone — " don't invite the aunt." "My poor house will only be the more honoured," said Cashel, bowing, and sorely puzzled how to act, "You'll have a very numerous muster, Cashel,! fancy," said Lord Cliarles, aloud ; " not to speak of the invited, but those ' Umbree,' as the Romans called them, who follow in the suite of such fascinating people as Mrs. White." " Not one too many, if there be but room for them : my anxiety is, that my personal friends should not be worst off, and I have come to beg, if not inconvenient, that you would start from this on Tuesday." " Do you contract to bring us all down?" said Fro- bisher. " I really think you ought ; the geography of that district is not very familiar to most of u.s. What ."^ays Miss Kennyfeck ?" " I like everything that promises pleasure and amuse- ment." " What says her sister ?" whispered Cashel to Olivia. " How do you mean to travel, Mr. Cashel ? " said she, in a tone which might be construed into perfect artless- ness or the most intense interest. "With you — if you permit," said Cashel, in a low voice. BAD GENERALSHIP. 279 " I have been thinking of asking Mrs. Kennyfeck if she would like to go down by sea, and sail up the Shannon. My yacht has just arrived." " Mamma cannot bear the water, or it would be delight- ful," said Olivia. "Cannot we manage a lady patroness, then?" said Cashel ; "would Miss O'Hara kindly consent? " "Aunt Fanny, Mr. Cashel wishes to speak to you." " Gare la tante ! " said Frobisher, between his teeth. " AVe were speaking — or rather, I was expressing a hope," said Cashel, diffidently, "that a yacht excursion round the southern coast, and so up the Shannon, might not be an inappropriate way of reaching Tubbermore. AVould Miss O'Hara feel any objection to be of the party ?" "With Caroline and me," said Olivia, innocently. Miss O'Hara smiled, and shook her head doubtfully. " It is very tempting, Mi'. Cashel — too tempting, indeed ; but it requires consideration. May I speak a word with you ?" And so saying, she withdrew with Cashel into a window recess. The interview was brief; but as they returned to the circle, Cashel was heard to say, — " I am really the worst man in the world to solve such difficulties ; for in my ignorance of all forms, I incur the risk of undervaluing them ; bat if you thought by my inviting Lord and Lady Kilgolf " " Oh, by no means. My sister would never consent to that. But I will just confer with her for an instant." " If the KilgoflTs are asked, it spoils all," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, in reply to a whispered communication of her sister. " I'll manage that," said Aunt Fanny ; " I half hinted you didn't like the companionship for the girls." " He'll invite Mrs. Leicester White, or Lady Janet, perhaps." " He shan't. I'll take the whole upon myself." " You Jiave done it, I see," said Frobisher, coming close to Cashel, and afl'ecting to examine his watch-guard, " and I warned you, notwithstanding." " What could I do ? " said Ca.shel, hopelcs.sly. "What you rau.st do later on," said Lord Charles, coolly ; " cut the whole concern altogethex\" 280 HOLAND CASHEL. " Have you invited the dean, Mi'. CaslicI ?" interposed Mrs. Kenny feck. ''I really cannot inform you, madam. There Las been so much confusion — Linton promising to do eveiything, and ask evei'ybody ; but the omission — if such- " " Should be left where it is," muttered Frobisher. " How long should we probably be on the voyage, Mr. Cashel ?" asked Miss O'Hara. " Three — four^or five days — perhaps more." '' I'll give you a month's sail, and back ' Time ' after all," said Lord Charles. " Oh, that is out of the question — we couldn't think of such an excursion," said Aunt Fanny. Olivia cast a most imploring look on her aunt, and was silent. "Another point, ]\Ir. Cashel," .^aid Miss O'Har.i, speak- ing in a very low whisper ; " my sister, who is so particulnr about her girls — you know how they have been brought up, so rigidly, and so carefully — she is afraid of that kind of intimacy that might possibly grow up between them and — and " Here she came to a full stop. " Didn't I hear you speak of Lady Kilgoff?" " Yes ; I thought her exactly the kind of person you'd like to have." " Oh, she is chaimiing — most delightful ; but she is a woman of the world, Mr. Cashel," said Aunt Fanny, shaking her head. " Indeed ! " muttered Roland, not in the least guessing the drift of the remark. "No, no, Mr. Cashel, that would never do. These sweet children have no knowledge of such people, further than the common intercourse of society. Ludy KilgolF and Mrs. White " " Is she another ? " " She is another, Mr. Cashel," said Aunt Fanny, oracu- larly, " Then I see nothing for it but limiting the party to myself and my yacht commander — Lieutenant Sickleton, of the Navy — and I believe we have as little of the world about us as any one could desire." It was full a minute or two before Miss O'Hara could satisfy herself that this speech was not uttered ironically; but 1 1 BAD GENERALSHIP. 281 the good-natured and frank look of tlie speaker at last dispelled the fear, and she said, — " Well, if you really ask my opinion, I'd say, you are right. For our parts — that is, for the girls and myself, I mean — we should like it all the better, and if you wouldn't find us too tiresome companions " Miss O'Hara was interrupted here by Mrs. Kennyfeck, who, with considerable agitation in her manner said, " I must beg pardon for disturbing your agreeable tete- a-fe/e, Mr. Cashel, but I wish to say one word to my sister." As they retired together, Frobisher came up, and, draw- ing his arm within Roland's led him to a window: "I say, old fellow, you are going too fast here ; hold in a bit, I advise you." " How do you mean ? — what have I done ? " " It's no affair of mine, you know, and you may say I'm devilish impertinent to mix myself up in it, but I don't like to see a fellow ' sold,' notwithstanding." " Pray be explicit and frank — what is it ? " " Well, if you'll not take it ill " " I promise I shall not — go on." " Do you mean to marry that little girl yonder, with the blue flower in her hair." "I cannot say that I do, or that I do not," said Roland, getting very red. " Then, you're making a very bad book, that's all." _" Oh, you're quite mistaken ; I don't suspect her of the slightest feeling towards me " "What has that to say to it, my dear fellow?" inter- rupted Frobisher. " I didn't imply that she was in love with you ! I wanted to warn you about the mess you're getting into — the family fracas — the explanation ask- ing — the sermonizing — the letter-writing — the tears, reproaches, distractions — ay, and the damages too ! — devilish heavy they'd be against one like you, with plenty of ' ready.' Hush! they're coming." Miss O'Hara advanced towards Cashel, and Frobisher retired ; her mien and carriage were, however, statelier and more imposing, with less of cordiality than before. " We cannot agree upon the details of this excursion, I find, sir; my sister's scruples — Mr. Kennyfeck's doubts — 282 ROLAND CASHEL. tlie difTicultics, in short, of every kind, arc sucb, that I fear wc must relinquisli it." Cashel bowed deeply, without uttering a word ; the insinuations of Frobisher were added in liis mind to the suspicion that some seci'et game was being played against him, and his manly nature was insulted by the doubt. Aunt Fanny, perhaps, perceived she had gone too far, for, reassuming her former smile, she said, " Not that we despair of one day or other taking a pleasure-trip in your beautiful vessel." " You do me too much honour by expressing such a hope," said Cashel, gravely ; and then turning to Fro- isher, added, " Will you drive me down to Kingstown ? I want to go on board for a few minutes." " We see you at seven o'clock I hope ? " said Mrs. Kennyfeck, in a whispei'. " I regret to have made an engagement for to-day, madam," replied Cashel, stiffly. "Good morning, ladies. Very sorry. Miss O'Hara, our sea intentions have been a failure. Let me hope for better luck on land." "Will you not be here this evening?" said Olivia, as he passed close to her ; and there was in the swimming eye and tremulous voice enough to have melted a harder heart than Roland's ; but this time he was proof against all blandishments, and with a very cold negative, he departed. " There is hope for you yet, old fellow," said Lord Charles, as he walked downstairs beside him; " you did that extremely well." Now, although Roland was far from knowing what ho had done, or how to merit the praises, he was too well pleased with the momentary repose the flattery afforded to question further. Meanwhile, a very excited scene took place in the house they had just quitted, and to which, for a binef space, we must return. On a sofa in one corner of the room sat Olivia Kenny- feck, pale and trembling, her ej^es tearful, and her whole air bespeaking grief and agitation. At the window close by stood Miss Kennyfeck, the calm composure of her face, the ease of her attitude, the very types of internal quiet. She looked out, up the square, and playing on the woodwork of the window an imaginary pianoforte air. BAD GENERALSHIP. 283 while in tlie back drawing-i'oom sat Mrs. Kennyfeck and Miss O'Hara, side by side on a sofa, their excited looks and heightened complexions attesting the animation of the controvcrs}', for such in reality it was. " I thought you would go too far — I knew you would," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with an angry gesture of the hand. "What do you izican by too far?" rejoined her sister. " Is it in the face of a letter like this that you would permit hira to continue his attentions, and, worse still, let the girls go off for an excursion of maybe a week or two ? Eead that." " The letter is anonymous, and may be untrue from end to end." " Then why not let me test its truth by some allusion to its contents?" " And banish him from the house ever after," rejoined Mrs. Kennyfeck, bittei-ly, " No, no, Fanny, you mistake him very much; he isn't like one of your old County Clare admirers, that can be huffed to-day, and asked to dinner to-morrow — not that, indeed, you showed much judgment in your management even of them." This allusion to Aunt Fanny's spinsterhood was too palpable to pass unnoticed, and she arose from the sofa with a face of outraged temper. " It might be a question, my dear, between us, which had the least success — I, who never got a husband — or you, who married that one." If Mr. Kennyfeck had intended by a tableau to have pointed the moral of this allusion, he could not have succeeded better, as he sat bolt upright in his chair, endeavouring throug'li the murky cloud of his crude ideas to catch one ray of light upon all he witnessed — he looked the very ideal of hopeless stupidity. Miss O'Hara, like a skilful general, left the field under the smoke of her last fire, and Mrs. Kennyfeck sat alone, with what Homer would call " a heart-consuming i-age," to meditate on the past. 284 POLAND CASIIEL. CILVrTER XXVIT. IIEUTENANT SICKLETOS'S PATENT X'tMP, " The mariner's chart He knew by heart, And everj' current, rock, aivl sliore, From the driftin;^ san I Off Newfouiidluiid, To the sun-split, cliffs of tiin^apore." CviTAis Pike. LoHD Charles Fkobisher was never a very talkiUivo companion, and. as Cashel's pi'esent mood was not com- municative, they drove alonq-, scarcely interchanging a sentence, till the harbour of Kino^stown came in sight, and with it the gay pennons that fluttered from the mast of lioland's schooner. " I suppose that is your yacht — the large craft yonder ?" " I hope so," said Cashel, enthusiastically ; " she sits the water like a duck, and has a fine rakish look about her." " So, then, you never saw her before ?" "Never. I purchased her from description, taking her crew, commander, and all, just as she sailed into South- ampton from Zante, a mouth ago. They sent me a draw- ing of her, her measurement, tonnage, and draught of water, as also the log of her run in the Mediterranean ; — yes, that's she, I can recognize the water-line from the sketch." " Is your visit on board going to be a long one ? " drawled out Lord Charles, languidly, " for I own I am not the least aquatic, and were it not for lobsters and whitebait I vote the sea a humbug." " Then I'll say good-bye," said Cashel. " That blue water, that curling ripple, and the fluttering of that bunting, have set me a thinking about a hundred thino-s." " You'll dine with us at seven, won't you ?" "No, I'll dine on board, or not dine at all," said he, as LIEUTENANT SICKLETON's PATENT PUMP. 285 Le sprang from tlie carriage, and, waving his hand in adieu, made his way to the harbour. Taking the first boat that otl'ered, Cashel rowed out to the yacht, just in time to catch Lieutenant Sickleton, who, in full yacht costume, was about to wait on his principal. He was a bluff, good- natured, blunt fellow, who having neither patronage nor interest in the service, had left the wardroom for the easier, but less ambitious, life of a yacht commander ; a thoroughly good seaman, and brave as a lion, he saw himself reduced to a position almost menial from hard and galling necessity. He had twice been to Alexandria with tourin-^*- lords, who, Avhile treating him well in all essentials, yet mingled so much of condescension in their courtesy, as to be all but unendurable. He had gone to America with a young Oxford man, the son of a great London brewer, whose overbearing insolence he had been obliged to repel by a threat of personal consequences. He had taken an invalid familj^ to Madeira, and a ruined duke to Greece, and was now, with the yacht and its company, transferred to Cashel's hands, not knowing — scarce caring — with whom or where his future destinies were to be cast. The Freemasonry of the sea has a stronger tie than tho mere use of technicals. Cashel was not ten minutes on board ere Sickleton and he were like old acquaintances. The Lucciola was, in Sickleton's ideas, the best thing that ever ran on a keel. There was nothing she couldn't do — fair weather or foul. She could outsail a Yankee smack in a gale off the coast of Labrador, or beat a felucca in the light winds off the Gulf of Genoa. If these tidings ■were delightful to Cashel's ears — the most exciting and heart-stirring he had listened to for many a day — the gratification was no less to Sickleton, that he was about to sail with one who really loved the sea, and thoroughly understood, and could value, the qualities of his noble craft. From the vessel, they turned the conversation to all tho possible places the world's map aObrded for a cruise. Sickleton's experiences were chiefly Eastern — he knew the Mediterranean as well as lie did the Downs — while Cashel's could vie with him in both coasts of the great Spanish peninsula, and all the various channels of tho West India islands. For hours they sat discussing sound- 286 ROLAND CASHEL. ings, tlio trade winrls, and shore currents, ■with all the bearings of land points, bluffs, and lighthouses. In talk, they visited half the globe — now staggering under a half- reefed topsail in the Bay of Biscay — now swimming along, Avitli winged and -stretching sails, under the blue cliffs of Baia. "I'm sure I don't know how you ever could lead a shore life," said Sickleton; as Cashel described with warm enthusiasm some passages of his rover's existence. " Nor do I understand how I have borne it so long," said Cashel ; " its dissipations weary — its deceits provoke nie. E have lost — if not all — great part of that buoyancy which mingled peril and pleasure create, and I suppose, in a month or two more, I should be about as apathetic, as indolent, and as seltish as any fine gentleman ought to be. Ah, if we had a war ! " " That's it — that's what I say every day and. every night" — if we had a war, the world would be worth living in or dying for. Fellows like myself, for instance, are never thought of in a peace, but they 'look us all out' — just as they do a storm-jib, when it comes on to blow — no laughing a man out of position, then — no, faith ! " " How do you mean ? " said Cashel, who saw in the intense expression of the speaker how much the words covered. " Just what happened to myself — that's all," said Sick- leton ; " but if you like to hear how — the story isn't long, or any way remarkable — we'll have a bit of luncheon here, and I'll tell it to you." Cashel willingly assented, and very quickly a most appetizing meal made its appearance in the cabin, to which Sickleton did. the honours most creditably. " I'm impatient for that anecdote you promised me," said Cashel, as the dessert made its appearance, and they sat in all the pleasant enjoyment of social ease. "You shall hear it — though, as I said before, it's not much of a story either ; nor should I tell it, if I didn't see that you feel a sort of interest about myself — unhap- pily, its hero. " I'll not weary you by telling you the story that thousands can repeat, of a service without patronage, no sooner afloat than paid off again, and no chance of LIEUTENANT SICKLE TON* S PATENT PUMP. 287 employment, save in a ten-gun brig off the coast of Guinea, and I suppose you know what that is ? " Cashel nodded, and Sickleton went on: — " Well, I passed as lieutenant, and went through my yellow fever in the Niger veiy creditably. I was the only oue of a ship's company in the gun-room on the way back to England, after a two years' cruise ; I suppose because life was less an object to me than the other fellows, who had mothers, and sisters, and so on. So it was, I brought the old Ampldon safe into dock, and was passed off to wander about the world, with some- thing under forty pounds in my pocket, and a ' good- service letter ' from the Admiralty — a document that costs a man some trouble to gain, but that would not get you a third-class place in the rail to Ci'oydou, when you have it. What was I to do ? — I had no interest for the Coast- Guard. I tried to become keeper of a lighthouse, but failed. It was no use to try and be a clerk— there were plenty of fellows, better qualified than myself, walking the streets supperless. So I set myself a tliinking if I couldn't do something for ' the service ' that might get me into notice, and make the ' Lords ' take me up. There was one chap made his fortune by ' round sterns,' though they were known in the Dutch Navy for two cen- turies. There was another invented a life-boat ; a third, a new floating buoy — and so on. Now I'm sure I passed many a sleei^less night thinking of something that might aid me ; at one time it was a new mode of reefing topsails in a gale — at another it was a change in signalizing the distant ships of a squadron — now an anchor for rocky bottoms — now a contrivance for loweinng quarter-boats in a heavy sea — till at last, by dint of downright thought and perseverance, I did fall upon a lucky notion. I invented a new hand-pump, applicable for launches and gun-boats — a thing greatly wanted — very simple of con- trivance, and easy to work. It Avas a blessed moment, to be sure, when my mind, instead of wandering over everything from the round top to the tafi'rail, at last settled down on this same pump ! " It was not mere labour and study this invention caused me. No ! it swallowed up nearly every shilling of my little hoard. I was obliged to make a model, and i?88 ROLAND CASHEL. •what with lead and zinc, and solder and leather, and caoutchouc and copper, I was very soon left without ' tin;' but I had hope, and hope makes up for half rations ! At last, my pump was perfect; the next thing was to make it known. There was no use in trying this through any unprofessional channels. Landsmen think that as they pay forthe navy, they neednot bother theirheads about it further. ' My lords,' I knew well, wouldn't mind me, because my father wasn't in Parliament, and so I thought of one of those magazines that devote themselves to the interests of the two services, and I wrote a paper accordingly, and accompanied it by a kind of diagram of ray pump. I waited for a month — two — three months — but heard nothing — saw nothing of my invention. I wrote, but could get no answer. I called, but could see no editor : and at last was meditating some personal vengeance, when I received a note. It was then much after midsummer, few people in town, and the magazines were printing anything — as no one reads them in the dog-days— stating that if Lieutenant Sickleton would procure a woodcut of his pump, the paper descriptive of it should a])pear in the next number. That was a civil way of asking me for five pounds ; but help there was none, and so I complied. " At length I read in the list of the contents, ' Lieu- tenant Sickleton's 'New Hand Pump, with an Illustration' — and my heart bounded at the words. It was the nine- teenth article — near the end of the number. I forget what the others were — something of course about Water- loo, and Albuera, and the Albert chako, and such-like stuff. My pump, I knew, put it where they would, was the paper of the month. This feeling was a little abated on finding that, as I walked down Fleet Street on the day of publication, I didn't perceive any sign of public notice or recognition ; no one said as I passed, ' That's Sickleton, the fellow who invented the new pump.' I remembered, liovv- ever, that if my pump was known, I was not as yet, and that though the portrait of my invention had become fame, my own was still in obscurity. " I betook myself to the office of the journal, expecting there at least to find that enthusiastic reception the know- ledge of my merits must secure, but hang me, if one of LIEUTENANT SICKLETON's PATENT PUMP. 289 tlie elei'ks^as to the editor, thei-o was no seeiuo' Lira — took the slightest trouble about me. I told Iiini, with, I trust, a pardonable swelling of the bosom, that I was ' Sickletoti.' I didn't say the famous Sickleton, and I thought I was modest in the omission ; but he wasn't in the least struck by the announcement, and I quitted tho place in disgust. " Worse than all, when I came to read over my paper, I found, by the errors of the press, that the whole diagram was spoiled. Tho letters had been misplaced, and the fiend himself, if he wanted it, couldn't work my pump. You see that C D represented the angular ci-ank, F was the stop-cock, and T the trigger that closed the piston. Hang me, if they didn't make P the trigger, and instead of B being the cisteru, it was made the jet ; so that when you began to work, all the water squirted through the sluices at P Q over the operator. I went nearly mad. I wrote a furious letter to the editor- — -I wrote another to the Times — I wrote to the Globe, the JPosf, and the Herald. I explained — I elucidated — I asked for the Englishman's birthright, as they call it — 'Justice' — but no use ! In fact, my reclamations could only be inserted as advertisements, and would cost me about a hundred pounds to publish. So I sat down to grieve over my invention, and curse the hour I ever thought of serving my country. " It was about sis moaiths after this — I had been living on some relations nearly as poor as myself — when I one day received an order to ' wait at the Admiralty the next morning.' I went, but without hope or interest. I couldn't guess why I was sent for, but no touch of expectancy made me anxious for the result. " I waited from eleven till four in the ante-room ; and at last, after some fifty had had audiences, Lieutenant Sickleton was called. The time was I would have trembled at such an interview to the very marrow of my bones. Disappointment, however, had nerved mo now, and I stood as much at ease and composed as I sit here. " ' You are ]\Ir. Sickleton?' said the First Lord, who was a ' Tartar.' " ' Yes, my lord.' VOL. I. U 290 BOLAND OASHEL. " ' You invented a kind of pump— a hand-pump for launches and small craft, I think ? ' " ' Yes, my lord.' *' ' You have a model of the invention, too ? * " ' Yes, my lord.' " ' Can you describe the principle of your discovery — is there anything which, for its novelty, demands the pecu- liar attention of the Admiralty ? ' " ' Yes — at least 1 think so, my lord,' said I, the last embers of hope beginning to flicker into a faint flame within. ' The whole is so simple, that I can, Vv-ith your permission, make it perfectly intelligible even here. There is a small double-acting piston^ ' " ' Confound the fellow ! don't let him bore us, now,* said Admiral M in a whisper quite loud enough for me to overhear it. ' If it amuse his Majesty, that's enough. Tell him what's wanted, and let him go.' " ' Oh, very well,' said the First Lord, who seemed ter- ribly afraid of his colleague. " It is the king's wish, Mr. Sickleton, that your invention should be tested under his Majesty's personal inspection, and you are therefore com- manded to present 3'ourself at Windsor on Monday next, with your model at eleven o'clock. It is not very cumbrous, I suppose r" " No, my lord. It only weighs four and a half hundred- weight.' *' Pretty well for a model : but here is an order for a waggon. You'll present this at Woolwich.' He bowed and turned his back, and I retreated. " Sharp to tlie hour of eleven I found myself at Windsor on the following Monday. It was past two, however, before his Majesty could see me. There were audiences and foreign ambassadors, papers to read, commissions to sign — in fact, wh.en two o'clock came, the king had only got through a part of his day's work, and then it was luncheon-time. This was over about three ; and at last his Majesty, with the First Lord, two admirals, and an old post-captain, who, by the way, had once put me in irons for not saluting his ]\Iajesty's guard when coming up to the watch at midnight, appeared on the terrace. ''The place selected for the trial was a neat little par- terre outside one of the small drawing rooms. There wna LIEUTENANT SICKLETON's PATENT PUMP. 291 a fountain supplied by two running streams, and this I was to experiment upon with my new pump. It was try- ing enough to stand there before such a presence ; but the uppermost thought in my mind was about my invention, and I almost forgot the exalted rank of my audience. '■ After due presentation to his Majesty, and a few common-place questions about where I had served, and how long, and so on, the king said, ' Come now, sir. Let us see the pump at work, for we haven't much time to lose.' " I immediately adjusted the apparatus, and when all was read}^ I looked about in some dismay, for I saw no one to assist the working. There were present, besides the king and the three naval oflBcers, only two fellows in full dress liveries, a devilish sight more pompous-looking than the king or the First Lord. What was to be done H It was a dilemma I had never anticipated ; and in my dire distress, I stepped back and whispered a word to old Admiral Beaufort, who was the kindest-looking of the party. " ' What is he saying? — what does he want?' said the king, who partly overheard the whisper. " 'Mr. Sickleton remarks, j'our Majesty, that he will need assistance to exhibit his invention — that lie requires some one to work the pump.' " ' Then why didn't he bring hands with him ?' said the king, testily. ' I suppose the machine is not self-acting, and that he knew that before he came here.' " I thought I'd have fainted at this rebuke from the lips of royalty itself, and so I stammered out some miser- able excuse about not knowing if I were empowered to have brought aid — my ignorance of court etiquette — in fact I blundered — and so fai', that the king cut me short by saying, ' Take those peojDle there, sir, and don't dehiy us;' pointing to the two gentlemen in cocked hats, bags, and swords, that looked as if they could have danced ou my grave with delight. " In a flurry — compared to which a fever was composure — I instructed my two new assistants in the duty, and stationing myself with the hose to direct the operation of the jet, I gave the word to begin. Well ! instead of a great dash of water spurting out some hfty feet in height, and fizz- ing through the air like a rocket, there came a trickling, U 2 292 ROLAND CASHEL. Tniserablc dribble, that puddled at my very feet ! I tlionglit tlie sucker was cloirged — the piston stopped — the valves impeded — twenty things did I fancy — but the sober truth Avas, these gilded rascals wouldn't do more than touch the crank with the tips of their fingers, and barely put sufti- cient force in the pressure to move the arm up and down. 'Work it harder — put more strength to it,' I whispered, in mortal fear to be overheard, but they never minded me in the least. Indeed,! almost think one fellow winked his eye ironically wlien I addressed him. " 'Eh — what!' said the king, after ten minutes of an exhibition that were to me ten years at the galle3's, ' these pumps do next to nothing. They make noise enough, but don't bring up any water at all.' " The First Lord shook his head in assent. Old Beau- fort made me a sign to give up the trial, and the post- captain blurted out, in a half-whisper, something about a ' blundering son of a dog's wife ' that nearly drove me mad. " 'I say, Sickleton,' said the king, ' your invention's not worth the solder it cost you. You couldn't sprinkle the geraniums j'onder in three weeks with it.' " ' It's all the fault of these d— d buffers, please your Majesty,' said I, driven clean out of my senses by failure and disgrace — and, to be sure, as hearty a roar of laughter followed as ever I listened to in my life — 'if they'd only bear a hand and work the ci'ank as I showed them ' As I spoke, I leaned over and took hold of the crank my- self, letting the hose rest on my shoulder, " With two vigorous pulls I filled the pistons full, and, at the third, rush went the stream with the force of a Congreve — not, indeed, over the trees, as I expected, but full in the face of the First Lord; scarcely was his cry uttered, when a fourth dash laid him full upon his back, drenched from head to foot, and neaidy senseless from the shock. The king screamed with laughing — the admiral shouted — the old post-captain swore — and I, not knowing one word of all that was happening behind my back, vforked away for the bare life, till the two footmen, at a signal from the admiral, laid hold of me by main force, and dragged me away, the perspiration dripping from my forehead, and my uniform all in rags by the exertion. " ' Get away as fast as you can, sii',' whispered old B., LIEUTENAKT S1CELET0N*S PAI'ENT PtJMP. 203 * and thank God if your day's work only puts you at the end of the list.' I followed the counsel — I don't know how — I never could recollect one event from that moment till T awoke the next morning at my aunt's cottage at Blackwall, and saw my coat in tatters, and the one epau- lette hanging by a thread ; then I remembered my blessed invention, and I think I showed good pluck by not going clean out of my mind." There was an earnestness in poor Sickleton's manner that effectually repressed any mirth on Cashel's part — indeed, his sense of the ludicrous gave way before his feeling of sorrow for the hard fortune of the man without a friend. In the partial civilization of the far west, personal prowess and energy were always enough to secure any man's success ; but here, each day's experience taught him how much was to be laid to the score of family — of fortune — name — address — and the thousand other accessories of fortune. He had just begun to express his wonder that Sickleton had never tried life in the New World, when the mate appeared at the cabin-door to say that a shore boat was rowing out to the yacht. A movement of impatience broke from Sickleton. " More of 'em, I suppose," cried he ; " we've had such a lot of sight-seers this morning, since we dropped anchor! m.ost of them affecting to be intimate friends of yours, and all so well acquainted with your habits of life, that I should have become perfectly informed on every particular of your private history only by listening." " The chances are," broke in Cashel, "I did not person- ally know a man amongst them." " I half suspect as much. They spoke far too confi- dently to be authentic. One would have it you were half ruined already, and had got the yacht over to clear away, and be off. Another, that you were going to be married to a lady with an immense fortune — a rumour contradicted by a third saying it was an attorney's daughter without a shilling." "There's a lady, I see, sir, coming on board," said the mate, putting in his head once more. " I'd swear there was," growled Sickleton. "You give them luncheon, I hope?'' said Cashel, smil- ing at the other's impatience. 294 ROLAND CASHEL. "Yes; we've had something like an ordinary here, to- day, and as I heard that to-morrow would be busier still, I have had my boat going backwards and forwards all the morning to pi-epare." " I am desired to show you this card, sir," said the mate, handing one to Sickleton, who passed it to Cashel. " Lord Kilgoff — indeed !" said he, surprised, and at once hastened to the deck. •'Mr. Cashel himself here!" exclaimed my lady, from the stern of a small boat alongside ; and after an exchange of friendly recognition, the party ascended the gang- way. " This was a pleasure we scarcely looked for, to meet you here," said his lordship, blandly. " We had just taken our drive down to the harbour, when accidentally hearing your yacht had arrived. Lady Kilgoff grew desirous to see it." "A yacht in harbour is a horse in stable," said Cashel. "Will you permit me to give you a cruise ? " " I should like nothing in the woi'ld so well." "It is late — almost six o'clock," said Lord Kilgoff, looking at his watch. "And if it be," said my lady, coaxingly, "you know Dr. Grover recommended you the sea air and sea excur- sions. I declare you look better already ; don't you think so, Mr. Cashel r"' " I protest I do," said Cashel, thus appealed to ; " and if you will only pardon the deficiencies of a floating cuisine, and dine here — ■ — " "How delightfLd!" broke in my lady, not suffering even time for an apology. " It appeared to me there was a haunch of venison haneina: over the stern when we came on board ? " said my lord, with his glass to Ins eye. "Yes, ray lord," said Sickleton, touching his hat in salutation ; " I've had it there for two hours every day since Tuesday week." " And is the wind, and the tide, and everything else as it should be, Mr. Cashel ? " said Lady Kilgoff. " Everything — when you have only uttered your con- sent," said he gallantly. " What is this, sir ? " said my lord, as, having requested P LIEUTENANT SICKLETON's PATENT PUMP. 295 something to drink, Sickleton poured liim out a largo glassful of scarcely frothing liquid. '* Dry champagne, my lord. Motifs." " And very excellent too. Really, Laura, I am very sorry it should be so late, and we were to have dined with Meek at seven " " But only alone — no party, remember that," said she, persuasively ; " how easy to send the carriage back with an apology." Cashel looked his thanks, but without speaking. " Take those red partridges out of ice," said Sickleton, from the cook's galley, " and let us have those Ostend oysters to-day." '' I yield," said my lord. " Mr. Cashel must take all the consequences of my bi'each of faith upon himself." " I promise to do so, my lord." " A pen and ink, and some paper, Mr. Cashel," said her ladyship. " Will you permit me to show you the way?" said he, handing her down into the little cabin, whose ai-range- ment was all in the perfection of modern taste and elegance. " How beautiful!" cried she. "Oh! Mr. Cashel, I really do envy you the possession of this fairy ship. Tou don't know how passionately I love the sea." " There are but few things I could hear you say with so much pleasure to me," said Cashel, gazing with a strange feeling of emotion at the brilliant colour and heightened expression of her handsome features. " There! that is finished," said she, closing the hastily- written note. " Now, Mr. Cashel, we are yours." How- ever much of course the words were in themselves, her eyes met Cashel's as she spoke them, and as suddenly fell ; while he, taking the letter, left the cabin without speaking — a world of curious conjecture warring in his heart. 2DG EOLAND CASIIEL. CHAPTER XXVIIL A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFECIC CABINET, "Like 'cat and dog !' not so ! thch' strife Tliey carried on like ' man anil wife' " Family Jars. It may easily have escaped our reader's memory, that on Rohmd Cashel's hasty departure from ]\Ir. Kennyfeck's, the seeds of a very serious schism had been sown in that respectable famil}', Mrs. Kennyfeck being firmly persuaded that her liege lord had grossly mismanaged his influence over the young proprietor ; the girls as resolutely opposed to each other; and all, with a most laudable unanimity, agreed in thinking that Aunt Fanny " had spoiled everything," and that but for her odious interference there never would have arisen the slightest coolness between them and their distinguished acquaint- ance. " I may lose the agency !" said Mr. Kennyfeck, with a sigh of afflicting sincerity. " I shouldn't wonder if he avoids the house," quoth his wife. " He evidently rejects all attempts at domination," said Miss Kennyfeck, with a glance at her aunt. Olivia said nothing ; but it was not difficult to see that her thoughts were full of the theme. Meanwhile, Miss O'ilara, in all the dignity of injured rectitude, sat seem- ingly unconscious of the popular feeling against hor, repeating from time to time the ominous words, " We shall see — we shall see;" a species of prophetic warning that, come what may, can always assert its accomplish- ment With such elements of discord and discontent, the breakfast proceeded gradually, and the broken attempts at talk had subsided into a sullen silence, when the butler entered to say that Mr. Phillis begged to speak a few words with Mr. Kennyfeck. ! A SrLIT IN THE KENNYFECE CABINET. 297 " Let him come in here," said Mrs. Kenuyfect, as her hnshand was rising to leave the room. " I think, if there are to be no more bkmders, we had better be present at the conference." " Show him in, Pearse," said Mr. Kennyfeck, in a meek voice ; and the gentleman's gentleman entered, in all that easy self-sufficiency so peculiar to his class. " What is it, Mr. Phillis?" said Mrs. Kennyfeck, in a commanding tone, meant to convey the information of " where the Court sat," and to whom he should address his pleading. " It's a little matter on which I wanted advice, ma'am, for I am really puzzled how to act. You know, ma'am, that we are expecting large company at our place in the country- — Tnbb— something " " Tubbermore," interposed Mr. Kennyfeck. " Yes, sir, Tubbermore. AVell, there have been at least twenty messages this morning from different families, who want to know the best way of going, and when Mr. Cashel means to go himself, and where post-horses are to be had, and how they are to get forward where there are none, and so on." "Is your master not the person to dictate the answer to these queries ?" said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with her grandest air. "Of course, ma'am, but he's not hei'e." " Where is he, then?" asked she, eagerly. " He's gone, ma'am ; he went last night." "Gone! — gone where?" said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with an ea2:erness no ai-tifice coukl cover. " It's hard to say, ma'am ; but he went down to Kings- town last night, and sailed in the yacht ; and from the preparations and sea stores taken from the hotel, it would seem like a long cruise." " And did he not mention anything of his intention to you, Mr. Phillis?" said Mrs. Kennyfeck, with a flattering emphasis on tlie pronoun. " A few lines in pencil, ma'am, dated from the harbour, was all I received. Here they are." And he handed a piece of note-paper across the table. Tlie contents ran thus: — ■ " Phillis, send word to Sir Harvey Upton's that I shan't 298 ROEAND CASHEL. dine there to-morrow. Give the bearer of this my dress- ino"-case, and clothes for some da3'S, and have the fourgon ready packed to start for Tubbermore on receiving my next orders. " R. 0. — Kingstown Harbour." "And who brought this note?" said Mrs. Kenny feck, who fancied she was conducting the inquiry in true judicial form. " One of the yacht sailors, ma'am ; he came up on Lord KilgofPs carriage." " On Lord Kilgoflf's carriage — how did that happen?" " The carriage came into town, ma'am, to bring some things my lady sent for; at least, so the sailor told me." " And were Lord and Lady KilgofF on board the yacht ? " " Yes, ma'am ; they both sailed in her last night." As though drawn by some irresistible influence, every eye was now turned to Aunt Fanny, who, up to this, had listened to Mr. Phillis with a breathless attention, and if looks could be translated, every glance thus thrown said plainly, " This is your doing." " Are you certain that the yacht has not returned to Kingstown ?" said Miss O'Hara. " Perfectly, ma'am. It blew a storm last night, and the sailors about the harbour told me it was a great chance that any small vessel could outlive the gale." Olivia Kennyfeck became deadly pale at these words, and whispered something in her sister's ear. " Of course," replied the other, aloud ; then turning to Phillis, said, "Had they a pilot with them ?" " I believe so, miss, but there are so many conti'adictory reports, one don't know what to credit; some say that Lm-d KilgofF was greatly opposed to the cruise, but that her ladyship insisted, and that, in fact, they got under weigh at last without my lord's knowing, and while they were at dinner." "It was a fearful night! " said Mr. Kennyfeck, whose mind was entirely engi'ossed by the one idea. "Take him into the next room, and I'll join you pre- sently," said Mrs. Kennyfeck to her husband, for that keen-sighted lady had remarked the intense interest with A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFECK CABINET. 299 whicli Mr. Pliillis listened to every remark made around him. " Here's a pretty piece of business ! " cried she, as the door closed after her husband and the valet ; " and cer- tainly, I must say, we've no one to thank for it but you, Fanny ! " " Unquestionably not," echoed Miss Kennyfeck. " Aunt Fanny has the entire merit of this catastrophe." " It is most cruel," sighed Olivia, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, and bent upon her stern relative a glance of most reproachful sadness. "Are you all mad?" said the assailed individual, her courage and her colour rising together. " How can you pi'etend to connect me with this disgraceful proceeding ? Here's a case as clearly prearranged as ever was heard of." "Impossible!" cried Mrs. Kennyfeck; "didn't he invite us only yesterday to go down to Tubbermore by sea ? " "And didn't jom yourself offer the only impediment?" said Miss Kennyfeck. " You are very cruel, aunt," sobbed Olivia. "You'll drive me out of my senses," said Miss O'Hara; and certainly her look did not belie her words. " I endea- vour to rescue you from the snares of a young debauchee, who, as you well know, has a wife still living " " There, I hope you are content now," said Mrs. Kennyfeck, as Olivia fell fainting into her arms; and the window was thrown open, and all were busied in employ- ing the wonted restoratives for such attacks. Meanwhile, hostilities were continued, but in a less rigorous fashion. " You know you've ruined everything — you know well how your officious meddling has destroyed this poor child's fortune ; rub her temples, Gary." " I know that he is a dissipated, abandoned wretch, that would desert her to-morrow as he has done that unhappy——" " Hush, she is coming to. You want to kill lier." " Humph ! " muttered Aunt Fanny ; " this scene might be very effective with the young gentleman, but is quite thrown away upon me." " Aunt ! aunt ! " cried Miss Kennyfeck, reprovingly. " If we had just followed our own counsels, we should 800 HOLANt* CASIIEL. have tliis very lioui' been on the way to Tubbermore, perhaps never to leave it ! " Aunt Fanny shook her head. " Yes. You may aOect to doubt and liesitate, and all that, but where is the wonderful condescension in a Mr. Cashel proposing for the grand-niece of Roger Miles O'Hara, of Kilmui-ray O'Hara of Mayo, the second cousin of Lawrence O'Hara Kelly, that ought to be Lord Bally Kelly ? " " Fairly enough, if that was all," slipped in Miss O'Hara, hoping to escape from all danger by climbing up the genealogical tree whereon her sister was perched. " If that was all ! " repeated Mrs. Kennyfeck, indig- nantly, catching at the last words, "and what more is wanting, I'd be glad to ask ? But, to be sure, it was rather a mistake to call to our counsels, in such a case, one that never could succeed in her own." This terrible taunt at Miss O'Hara's celibacy didn't go unpunished, for, throwing all attempts at conciliation behind her, she rose, with flashing eyes and trembling lips. " So, it is you that tell me this," said she — '■^ you that dare to sneer at mi/ being unmarried — you, that were fain to take up with a Dublin attorney — poor Tom Kennyfeck — the hack of the quai-ter sessions, serving latitats and tithe notices over the country in his old gig Indeed, girls, I'm sorry to speak that way of your father, but it's well known -" A loud shriek interrupted the speech, and Mrs. Kenny- feck, in strong hysterics, took her place beside Olivia. " It will do her good, my dear," said Aunt Fanny to her niece, as she chafed the hands and bathed the temples of her mother. " I was only telling the truth ; she'd never have married your father if Major Kennedy hadn't jilted her ; and good luck it was he did, for he had two other wives living at the time — just as your friend, Mr. Cashel, want«d to do with your sister." " Aunt — aunt — I entreat you to have done. Haven't you made mischief enough ? " " Eaten up Avith vanity and self-conceit," resumed the old lady, not heeding the interruption. " A French cook and a coach-and-four — nothing less ! Let her scream, A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFEOK CABINET. 801 child— sure, I know '.it's good for licr — it. stretches tho lun2:s." '' Leave me — leave the room ! " cried Miss Keiinj^feck, whose eflbrts at calmness were rendered I'ruitless by the torrent of her aunt's eloquence. " Indeed I will, my dear : I'll leave the house, too. Sony I am that I ever set foot in it. \Yhat with the noise and the racket night and day, it's more like a lunatic asylum than a respectable residence," " Send her away — send her away ! " screamed Mrs. Kennyfeck, with a cry of horror. " Do, aunt — do leave the room." " I'm going — I'm going, young lady ; but I suppose I may drink my cup of tea first — it's the last I'll ever taste in the same house ; " and she reseated herself at the table with a most provoking composure. " I came here," resumed she, "for no advantage of mine. I leave you without regret, because I see how your poor fool of a father, and your vain, conceited mother- " " Aunt, you are really too bad. Have you no feeling ? " "That's just what comes of it," said she, stirring her tea tranquilly. " You set up for people of fashion, and you don't know that people of fashion are twice as shrewd and 'cute as yourself. Faith, my dear, they'd buy and sell you, every one. "What are they at all day, but roguery and schemes of one kind or other, and then after ' doing ' you, home they go, and laugh at you mother's vul- garity ! " A fresh torrent of cries from Mrs. Kennyfeck seemed to show that unconsciousness was not among her symp- toms, and Miss Kennyfeck now hastened from the room to summon her father to her aid. "Well, you've come to turn me out, I suppose? " said Aunt Fanny, as the old gentleman entered in a state of perplexity that might have evoked the compassion of a less determined enemy. " My dear Miss Fanny " "JSone of your four courts blarney with me, sir; I'm ready to go— I'll leave by the coach to-night. I conclude you'll have the decency to pay for my place, and my dinner too, for I'll go to Dawson's Hotel this minute. Tell your mother, and that poor dawdle there, your sister, 802 ROLAND CASHEL. that they'd be thankful they'd have followed my advice. The rate j-ou're living, old gentleman, might even frighten you. Tliere's more waste in your kitchen than in Lord Clondooney's. As for yourself, Caroline, you're the host of the lot; but your tongue, darling! — your tongue!" And here she made a gesture of far more expressive force than any mei'c words could give. " Is she gone? " said Mrs. Kennyfeck, as a slight lull succeeded. " Yes, mamma," whispered Miss Kennyfeck ; " but speak low, for Mr. Phillis is in the hall." '' I'll never see her again — I'll never set eyes on her," muttered Mrs. Kennyfeck. " I shouldn't wonder, mamma, if that anonymous let- ter was written by herself," said Caroline. " She never forgave Mr. Cashel for not specially inviting her ; and this, I'm almost sure, was the way she took to revenge herself." " So it was," cried Mrs. Kennyfeck, eagerly seizing at the notion. " Hush, take care Livy doesn't hear you." "As for the yacht expedition, it was just the kind of thing Lady Kilgoff was ready for. She is dying to be talked of." "And that poor, weak creature, Cashel, will be so flat- tered by the soft words of a peeress, he'll be intolerable ever after." " Aunt Fanny — Aunt Fanny I "" sighed Miss Kennyfeck, with a mournful cadence. "If I only was sure — that is, perfectly certain — that she wi'ote that letter about Cashel But here comes your father — take Olivia, and leave me alone." Miss Kennyfeck assisted her sister from the sofa, and led her in silence from the room, Avhile Mr. Kennyfeck sat down, with folded hands and bent down head, a per- fect picture of dismay and bewilderment. "Well," said his wife, after a reasonable interval of patient expectation that he would speak — " well, what have you to say for yourself now, sir ? " The poor solicitor, who never suspected that he was under any indictment, looked up with an expression of almost comic innocence. " Did you hear me, Mr. Kennyfeck, or is it you want to A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFECK CABINET. 303 pass off your dulness for deafness? Did you hear me, I say?" " Yes, I heard — but I really do not know — that is, I am unaware how — I cannot see " "Oh, the old story," sighed she — "injured innocence! ■Well, sii", I was asking you if you felt gratified with our present prospects? Linton's intimacy was bad enough, but the Kilgoff friendship is absolute, utter ruin. That crafty, old, undermining peer, as proud as poor, will soon ensnare him ; and my lady, with her new airs of a vis- countess, only anxious to qualify for London by losing her character before she appears there ! " " As to the agency " " The agency ! " echoed she, indignantly, " do your thoughts never by any chance, sir, take a higher flight than five per cent. ? — are you always dreaming of your little petty gains at rent-day ? I told you, sir, how the patron might be converted into a son-in-law — did I not?" " You did, indeed, and I'm certain I never threw any impediment in the way of it." " You never threw any impediment in the way of your child's succeeding to a fortune of sixteen thousand a year ! You really are an exemplary father." " I'd have forwarded it, if I only knew how." " How good of you. I suppose you'd have drawn up the settlements if ordered. But so it is— all my efforts through life have been thwarted by you ! I have laboured and toiled day and night to jolace my children in the sphere that their birth, on one side at least, would entitle them to, and you know it." Now this Mr. Kcnnyfcck really did not know. In his dull fatuity he always imagined that he was the honey- gatherer of the domestic hive, and that Mrs. Kennyfeck had in her own person monopolized the functions of queen bee and wasp together. " Your low, pettifogging ambition never soai'ed above a Softly or a Clare Jones for your daughters, while I was planning alliances that would have placed them among the best in the land — and how have I been rewarded? Indifference, coolness, perhaps contempt ! " Here a flood of tears, that had remained dammed up since the last torrent, burst forth in convulsive sobs. " Ungrateful man, 304 ROLAND CASHEL. wlio oup-ht never to have forgotten the sacrifice I made in marrying him — the rupture with every member of my family — the severance of every tie that united me to my own." She ceased, and here, be it remembered, Mrs. Kennyfeck seemed to address hei'self to some invisible jury empan- nelled to try Mr. Kennyfeck on a serious charge. " He came like a serpent into the bosom of our peace- ful circle, and with the arts that his crafty calling but too v/ell supplied, seduced my young affections." Mr. Kennyfeck started. It had never before occurred to him that Don Juan was among his range of parts. "False and unfeeling both," resumed she. "Luring with promises never intended for j^erformance, you took me from a home, the very sanctuary of peace ! " Mr. Kennyfeck wiped his forehead in perplexity; his recollection of the home in question was diH'erent. Sanc- tuary it might have been, but it was against the officers of the law and the sheriff, and so far as a well-fastened hall door and barricaded windows went, the epithet did not seem quite unsuitable. " x\h !" sighed she — for it is rights to remark that Mrs. Kennyfeck was a mistress of that domestic harmony which consists in every modulation, from the grand adagio of indignant accusation to the rattling andante of open abuse — " had I listened to those older and wiser than I, and who foretold the destiny that awaited me, I had never seen this unhappy day ! No, sir ! I had not lived to see myself outraged and insulted, and my only sister turned out of the house like a discarded menial." Had Mr. Kennyfeck been informed that for courteously making way for a Bencher in the Hall he was stripped of his gown and degraded from his professional rank, he could not have been more thoroughly amazed and thunder- struck. He actually gasped with excess of astonishment, and, if breath had been left him, would have spoken ; but so it was, the very force of the charge stunned him, and he could not utter a word. Meanwhile, Mrs. Kennyfeck, who in the ardour of combat had imitated certain Spanish sailors, who in the enthusiasm of a sea-fight loaded their cannons with what- ever came next to hand, was actually shocked by the effect f A SPLIT IN THE KENNYFECK CABINET. 305 of liev own fire. For the grandeur of a peroration she had taken a flying leap over all truth, and would gladly have been safe back a^aiu at the other side of the fence. For an instant not a word dropped from either side, and it was clear that he who spoke first had gained the victory. This was the lady. " Go, sir " — and she wiped her eyes with that calm dignity by which a scolding wife seems to call up all Chris- tian forgiveness of herself, and stand acquitted before her own conscience — '' go, sir, and find out what these people that Cashel has invited mean to do ; and if it be their intention to repair to Tubbermore, let us lose no time in setting out ; and if we are to go, Mr. Kennyfeck, let us do so as becomes us." Mr. Kennyfeck stifled a rising sigh — for he knew what the words denoted — and departed ; while Mrs. Kennyfeck, with her heart lightened of a heavy load, rose to join her daughters, and discuss dress and " toilette," the great com- missariat of the approaching campaign. CHAPTER XXIX. STOKM AND 'WRECK. "Tut, never miiul the swell, love, The sails may sweep tbe briue; But the craft will steer as well, love, With your soft hand ia mine." The Cruise. It was upon a delicious evening, a little before sunset, that a yacht worked out of the harbour of Kingstown, all her canvas spread to catch the light air of wind, which scarcely ruflled tlie glassy surface of the Bay. The craft, with her snow-white sails, her tall and taper spars, her gay bunting from gafl' and peak, was all tiiut the scene wanted to render it a perfect picture ; and so, to all seeming, thought the many spectators who crowded the pier Hnd the shore, and g;izcd witli admiration at the graceful vessel, as she glided silently above her own image in the water. Various were the comments and criticisms from those VOL. I. X 306 ROLAND CASHEL. who surveyed her course ; some, in wondering conjecture whitlicr she was bound ; others, not a whit better informed, boldly afi'ectiiig some secret knowledge of her destination, and even, by such pretty pretension, assuming airs of superiority. " She belongs to that rich young fellow, Roland Cashel," said one of these, " who, by the way, is getting through his fortune tolerably fast. The story goes, that he has spent two hundred thousand already, and is borrowing at immense interest." "Wasn't he a smuggler, or a privateer's-man, or some- thing of the kind?" " No ; he made all the money in the slave trade." " I always heard that he succeeded to a landed estate," softly insinuated a modest-looking old gentleman. " Not at all, sir. Such, I am aware, was the common belief; the fact, however, is, that he had invested large sums in land, and was then able to escape the scrutiny many would have instituted regarding the origin of his wealth." " Who is it he is always riding with about town — a handsome girl, on a brown horse ?" " On a grey, you mean." "No, a brown, with a bang tail." " No, no, it's a grey. She's a daughter of Tom Kenny- feck, the attorney." " The gentleman is right," interposed a third. "I've seen him very often with a lady mounted on a brown thorough-bred." " Oh ! that's Lady Kilgoff, the handsomest woman in Ireland." " She was much better-looking two years ago," sim- pered out an ensign, affectedly. "I used to dance with her and her sister at the race balls of Ashby," The group immediately fell back, in tacit acknowledg- ment of the claim of one so ari.stocratically associated. "Didn't you know her, Hipsley ? " lisped out the ensign to a brother officer, who was admiring a very green baby on the arm of a very blooming nursery-maid. " You knew the Craycrofts, didn't you?" "Lady Kilgoff's maiden name, sir, was Gardiner," said the timid old gentleman who spoke before. STORM AND WRECK. 307 The ensign stuck his glass in one e/e, and gazed at him for a second or two, with consummate effrontery, and then, in a voice intended for the most cutting di'ollery, said, — "Are you certain it wasn't 'Snooks'?" — a rejoinder so infinitely amusing, that the bystanders laughed immo- derately, and the bashful man retired, overwhelmed in confusion. " They're off" for a good long cruise," said one, looking through his pocket telescope at the yaclifc, which now was steering to the southward, with a fresher breeze. " I suspect so. They took on board five or six hampers from the hotel, just before they sailed." A very warm controversy now arose as to where the yacht was bound for, and who were the parties who went on board of her in the harbour ; points which, in the absence of all real knowledge, admitted of a most ani- mated debate. Meanwhile, an old weather-beaten sailor, in a pilot coat, continued to gaze alternately from the sky to the sea, and back again, and at last murmured to himself, — " They'll catch it before midnight, if they don't haul their wind, and get into shelter." Some drifting clouds, dropping slight rain as they passed, soon after cleared the pier of its loiterers, and night fell, dark and starless, while the wind freshened, and the sea fretted and chafed upon the rocks, and even sent its spray high against the strong lighthouse. Let us now quit the shore, and bear company with the party on board, who, having dined sumptuously, sat sip- ping their coffee on deck, while the swift craft skimmed the calm waters of the bay, and unfolded in her course the beautiful panorama of the shore — the bold steep bluff of Brayliead, the curved strand of Killiney, the two *' Sugar Loaves " rising from the bosom of dark woods, and, in the distance, the higher chain of the Wicklow mountains, while on the opposite side liowth seemed like a l)lue island studding the clear surface of the bay. Lord Kilgoff and Mr. Sickleton paid but passing attention to the bright picture around. A leaimed discussion on naval matters, wlierein my lord took the opportunity of storing his mind with a goodly stock of technicals, to be used at some future occasion, occupied them altogether, leaving X 2 303 nOLAND CASIIEL. licr lailysliip and Roland Casliel to tlio undisturbed enjo}'- nicnt of the scene and its associations. Tliey paid the highest tribute tlic picturesque can exact • — they sat in silence watching the changing tints, ■which from red faded to violet, then grey, and at last grew dark Avith closing night, while the wind freshening sent the sea rushing swiftly past, and made their light craft heave and pitch heavily. "We are returning to Kingstown, I trust?" said my lord to Sickleton, who had lelt him for a moment, to "■ive oi'ders about shortening sail. " It appears to me like a threatening night." *' It looks dirty, my lord," said Sickleton, drily, as he walked aft with the pilot, and conferred with him in a low tone. " Are we making for Kingstown, Mr. Cashel ? " said my lord, in a voice he was not able to divest of anxiety. "I ^-^elieve not," said Cashel, rising, and approaching the compass. "No we are lying down channel straight as we can go." " Ay, and very well for us that we can do it," growled out the pilot. "If we make the Hook Light before we tack, I shall say we're lucky." " Does he mean there is any danger, Mr. Cashel ?" said Lady KilgofF, but in a voice devoid of tremor. " None whatever ; but I am sadly distressed at having carried you out so far, since I find that in the pi-esent state of the tide, and with the wind still driving more to the north, we cannot bear up for Kingstown, but must run along the shore." " Think nothing of that," said she, gaily ; " real peril I have no fancy for — a mere inconvenience is of no moment whatever; but" — here she dropped her voice very low — " say something to my lord — give him some encourage- ment." " It blows fresh, my lord, and if it were not for the trespass on your comfort, I should almost rejoice at the occasion of showing you my yacht's qualities as a sailing- boat." " I should prefer taking your word for them, sir," said Lord Kilgoff, tartly ; " a pleasure-trip is one thing, a night in a small vessel exposed to a heavy gale is another." BTOE"iI AND WRECK. 309 " You're right, my lord," said the pilot, wlio heard but a part of the observation ; " it will be a gale before morning." "Lutf! luff, there!" shouted Sickleton ; and at the same instant a heavy sea thundered against the bow and broke over the fore part of the vessel with a crashing sound. " I think when we see the lighthouse of Kingstown so near us," said Lord Kilgoflf, " there ought to be no great difficulty in returning." " That's not the harbour-light you see yonder — that's the Kish, my lord," said the pilot. " Keep her up, my man. keep her up, the wind is freshening." " Will you indeed forgive me for this disastrous turn of our cruise ? " said Cashel, as he fastened his boat-cloak around Lady Kilgoff''s throat, after several vain efforts to induce her to go below. " If you only prevent my lord from scolding, I shall enjoy it immensely," said she, in a half whisper. " I trust. Lady Kilgotf," said his lordship, approaching, and steadying himself by the bulwarks, "that this night's experience will induce you to distrust your own judgment when in opposition to mine. I foresaw the whole of it. It is now blowing a fierce gale- " " Kot a bit of it, my lord," interposed the pilot, bluntly ; " but it will blow great guns 'fore dayljrcak, or I'm mis- taken." " And where shall we bo then ? " asked my lord, querulously. " Pvaytlier hard to tell," said the pilot, laughing. " If she be as good a sea-boat as they say, and that we don't cai-ry away any of our spars, we may run for Cove. I take it " " For Cove ! Gracious mercy ! and if she be not as good a vessel as it is said she is, sir, what then, pray ? " The pilot made no reply, but gave orders to set the jib, as slie was labouring too much by the head. The wind increased, and with it the sea, Avhich, dividing at the bow, fell in great cataracts over the vessel, sweep- ing ahmg the entire deck at every plunge she gave. " I wish she were a little deeper iu the watei-," whispered ^iekleton to Cashel " We haven't within fifteen tons of 310 ROLAND CASIIEL. our ballast on board. But she's a sweet craft, ain't she ? Keep her, there — steady, man." " Wc couldn't stand round in stays, and bear up for tho harbour?" asked Cashel, on whom Lord Kilgoff's ftice of misery had made a strong impression. " Impossible ! At least the pilot, who knows this coast well, says there is a shore current here runs eight knots." " What shall we do with him ? He'll scarce live through the night." " Let us get him down below, and, once snug in a berth, he'll fall asleep, and forget everything." Cashel shook his head doubtfully, but determined to try the yjlan at all hazards. " Would m}'- lord be persuaded to lie down, do you think?" said Roland, approaching Lady Kilgoff, who, enveloped in the folds of the heavy boat-cloak, sat calm and collected near the wheel. "Is there danger? " asked she, hurriedly. " Not the least ; but he seems so ill, and every sea rushes over him as he stands." "You should go down, my dear lord," said she, ad- dressing him; "Mr. Cashel is afraid you'll catch cold here?" "Ah, is he indeed?" said Lord Kilgoff, in a snappish asperity. " He is too good to bestow a thought upon me." " I am only anxious, my lord, that you shouldn't suffer from 3'our complaisance so unhappily rewarded." " Very kind, exceedingly kind, sir. It is, as you say, most unhappy — a perfect storm — a hurricane. Gracious mercy ! what's that ? " This exclamation was caused by a loud smash, like the report of a cannon-shot, and at the same moment the taper topmast fell crashing down, with all its cordage clattering round it. The confusion of the accident, the shouting of voices, the thundering splash of the sea, as, the peak having f^illen, the craft had lost the steadying intluence of the mainsail, all seemed to threaten imme- diate danger. Cashel was about to spring forward and assist in cutting away the entangled rigging, when he felt his hand firmly grasped by another, whose taper fingers left no doubt to whom it belonged. STOEM AND WRECK. 311 "Don't be alarmed — it is nothiDg," whispered he, encouragingly ; " the mishap is repaired in a second," " You'll not leave me," said she, in a low tone, which thrilled through every fibre of his heart. He pressed her hand more closely, and tried, but in vain, to catch a glimpse at her face. Meanwhile, the disordered rigging had been repaired, and two men under Sickleton's direction, lifting the , drooping and scarce conscious peer from the deck, carried ' him down below. If the old instincts of Roland Cashel's sailor life would have rendered the scene interesting to him, watching as he did the way his craft "behaved," and marking well the fine qualities she possessed as a sea-boat, there was another and far more intense feeling then occupying him as he stood close beside that swathed and mufiled figure, who, pale and silent, marked by some gesture, from time to time, her dependence upon him. To Roland, the rattle of the gale, the hissing sea, the strained and creaking cordage, all, not only brought back old memories of his once life, but eff'ectually seemed to dispel the colder mood of mind which admixture with the world of fashion had impressed upon him. He was again, if not in reality, in heart and spirit, the bold buccaneer that walked the Western seas, bursting with life, and eager for adventure. Every plunge that sent the bowsprit down, every squall that bent the taper mast, and laid the vessel half-seas under, inspirited and excited him, not the less that the wild storm called forth every form of encouragement to her, who vibrated between actual terror and a strange sense of delight. Roland lay at her feet, partly as a barrier against the surging water that, breaking over the bow, swept the entire deck, pai'tly that he might mark those beauteous features, on which the binnacle light occasionally cast its glare. " It is fine," murmured she, in a low soft voice, " and I almost feel as if my own terrors should sei've to heighten the sense of ecstasy. I tremble while I delight in it." There was an expression of intense excitement in her eyes as she spoke, and her pale features for an instant flushed, as Roland's look met hers. 312 ECLAND CASHEL. "How I glory in your words," cried ho, wild wifh enthusiasm; " I feci like one who suddenly awakes to life out of some lonc^ and dreary sleep — rather this is the sleep — this is itself the vision in which I lie, here, beneath your smile, while we are borne onward through the hiss- ing foam. Oh, would it but last — would that this dark and starless night could be for years, and that we might thus cleave the black Avaters on and on ! " " And whither to ? " asked she, in a whisper scarcely breathed. " Whither to ? " echoed he ; " what matters it, whilo we journey thus ? The sun-tipped icebergs of the North Sea, or the rosy mountains of the Spice Island ; Iho balmy shores of Quito, or the bleak coast of Labrador — all are alike to me." " A large vessel under the lee ! " sang out a voice from the bow, and the cry was repeated still louder, while the pilot shouted, " Show a light at the mast-head ; put your helm hard u]^." The double command was scarce obeyed, when a huge black mass heaved past them, her great yards almost seeming to grate the cordage. The looming size of the immense object that towered overhead, and the death-like stillness of the yacht's crew till the danger was past, thrilled with a cold terror through her, ard instinctively she grasped Roland's hand more closely. The gale had now become furious, and as the light spars were barely able to sustain even the little canvas spread, the sea swept over the vessel as she lay storm-tossed and scarce navigable. The hatches were fastened down, the boats strongly secured, and every precaution of seaman- ship adopted ; and so long as these were in performance, and a certain activity and bustle prevailed, so long did Lady KilgofF's courage appear to support her ; but when all was done, and the men resumed their places in watchful silence, and her mind was left to the contemplation of the raging hurricane alone, she seemed to sink, and, with a faint low sigh, glided from the seat and fell fainting to the deck. " You cannot take her below," said Sickleton, as Cashcl, raising her in his arms, was about to carry her to the cabin ; " we dare not open the hatches. See, there it comes again ! " and, as he spoke, a great wave broke over i I fc STORM AND WRECK. 313 the vessel's quarter and fell in torrents over the deck, washing, as it receded, several loose spars overboard. By the aid of coats and cloaks innumerable, Cashel at last succeeded in enveloping the fair form beside him, and supporting her head upon his arm as he sat, he saw, to his unspeakable delight, that she soon dropped into a calm sleep. " This is a disastrous bit of pleasuring," said Sickleton, as he stood holding on by one of the braces ; " who could have supposed such a gale was brewing ? " "Well, -well," replied Cashel, "if it comes no woi'se " " If it does, we can't stand through it, that's all," said the lieutenant drily ; " the old pilot says we shall have to make a tack to keep clear of the Hook, but what boat can sail on a wind with a storm-jib and three-reefed topsail ? " " She behaves nobly," said Roland, as he gazed at the sleeping form, to guard which seemed all his cave. Sickleton mistook the remark, and said, " Ay, that I knew she would, but the sea is tremendous for a small craft, and see how close we have the land under our lee — that black mass yonder." "I'd give all I own in the world that she were safe on shore," murmured Cashel, not heeding the other's obser vation ; " I cannot forgive myself for having induced hei to venture out." The lieutenant made no reply, but peered for a few seconds through the skylight of the cabin. " My lord is lying like a dead man," said he, "fright and sea-sickness together have nearly done for him, and yet it was only two hours back he thought he'd make a good figure at the Admiralty, There," continued he, " day is breaking yonder ; we shall soon know our fate ; if the gale freshens after sunrise it is all up with us." " Run the craft in shore and I'll engage to save Iter,'''' said Cashel, eagerly. " I'm a strong swimmer in surf; I rescued a Malabar girl once, and in a sea nearly as heavy as this." Sickleton smiled incredulously, and turned away. " It is freshening, by Jove ! " said he, as a squall struck the vessel, and laid her almost on her beam ends, while 314 ROLAND CASHEL. every plauk shivered as tliough she were rending in pieces. " It's cominn: stronger, sir," said the pilot, as he shook the sea from liis rough coat and bent his gaze steadfastly towards the east ; " I'd rather not see that red sunrise. Keep her away man, keep her away ! " " Shall we try it? " muttered Sickleton, to some whis- pered obsei'vations of the other. "We may as well," rejoined the pilot; "she'll never hold steerage way with her present canvas, and if she won't bear the mainsail we must go on shore, and no help for it." " Bear a hand there, boys," cried Sickleton ; " shake out the mainsail." " You'll carry away the mast," cried Cashel, as he heard the order. " It's like enough," growled the pilot, " but yoncler's the lee-shore." " I could save her — I'm certain I could save her," said Cashel. "He's thinking of the lady ! " said the pilot to Sickle- ton ; and the contemptuous tone showed how humbly he estimated him. " Breakers ahead !— shoal water ! " shouted a voice from the bow, " 'Bout ship ! " cried Sickleton ; " stand by sheets and tacks there — down helm. Are ye ready, men ? " And the next moment the obedient vessel spun round, and was cleaving the water on another tack. " What'is it?— where am I ?— is this a dream? " said Lady KilgofF, as she moved back the hair from her eyes, and "looked up at Cashel, who for hours had never moved or stirred. " To me, it has been a delicious dream," said Cashel, as he met her glance ; " and if it were not that you may feel alarmed, it would be still such." " AVhat a terrible sea ! Where are we ? " " Not far from shore," said Cashel, encouragingly. *' A devilish deal too near it, though," muttered the pilot, under his breath. " Oh, I remember all now. Where is my lord, Mx% Cashel? Is he ill?" STORM AND WKECK. 315 " He's gone below — lie is sleeping-, I believe. It has been a wild night for you ; and you've passed it here on the deck." " Here ? " said she, looking up and blushing, for she still lay supported against Roland, and one of his hands held the boat-cloak across her, "Yes, here," said Cashel, with a voice and manner that made the colour mount to her cheeks and as suddenly desert them asrain. Meanwhile the lieutenant had gone below, and re- appeared with a chart, over which he and the pilot now bent in the deepest consideration. " Then that must have been the * Calf ' Light we saw to the eastward," said Sickleton, pointing to the map. "I'd say so too," replied the other, "if such a run didn't seem impossible ; but we only tripped our anchor last night before sunset." '' Ten hours, though ! — one can do a deal in ten hours!" said the lieutenant. " It may be worth as many yeai'S sometimes ! " said Cashel, in a whisper to her at his side. " Breakers riglit ahead ! " shouted the man at the bow. " "We're among the ' Barrels ! ' " cried the pilot ; " back the topsail — down mainsail — " But it was too late ! Like a sea-bird rising to its flight, the light craft bounded forward, till her shining copper glanced above the waves, and then, with a S2:^nng, dashed onward, amid the foam and sjoray that rose like a mist around her. The frothy shower flew over the deck, while the hissing water spii"ted up on every side with a crashing splintering sound. The keel came down, and while a loud cry broke forth, " She's struck ! " the mast snapped suddenly across, and fell with its draped rigging into the sea. " Stand by — cut away the boats ! " shouted Sickleton ; and seizing a hatchet, gave the example himself, while Cashel, lifting the now lifeless form of Lady Kilgoff, placed her in the boat. The confusion and terror became now extreme. The breaking sea had already forced its way through the vessel's bottom, and issued in a clear jet of blue water from the hatchways. The first boat launched was rapidly crowded, and scarcely had it touched the SI 6 boland cashel. water than it was swamped. For an instant the struggling figures were seen battling with the waves, but, in a moment after, they were gone ! Mainly through Sickleton and Cashel's exertions, tho second boat was got ready, and just about to be launched when Roland turned to seek Lord Kilgoff, whom, up to that moment, he had entirely forgotten. Scarcely had he reached the binnacle, when the old man, pale and almost dead with terror, stood before him. " Is she safe, sir ? — is my lady safe ? " cried he, trcmuloasly. " Quite so — come along, there's not a moment to lose." " Oh, Mr. Cashel, do not leave me ! " cried Lady KilgofF, as the boat was lifted from its place, and swung by the halyards from side to side. '"'You cannot surely resist that appeal, sir," said Lord Kil-'-off, his withered and worn features flushed with a pang of sudden anger. "I must see to your safety, my lord, or none else is likely to do it," said Cashel, sternly ; and as he spoke he lifted the old man and placed him in the boat. " Stay where you are, Sickleton," cried he to the lieutenant; " I'll cut her adrift. So there ! my boys, all together— lar- board now." And as the vessel heaved over to the surge the boat was launched. A shrill cry of terror was heard above the raging storm ; for Cashel, in his eagerness to secure the others' safety, had perilled his own, and now the boiling surf rushed b '(ween the yacht and the boat, defying every eflbrt to approach. "Never fear for me," said Roland, boldly ; "the dis- tance is short, and I've swum in many a heavier surf." And he swung himself, as lie spoke, by a loose stay into the sea. Nobly breasting the mad waves, he was seen at intervals, now borne on the white-crested billows, now deep down in the dark trough of waters. His Indian teaching had taught him, too, to dive at times through the coming surf, and thus escape its force, and so did he emerge from the great mass of waters that seemed almost to have buried him. Bending to the oars, tho boat's crew pulled manfully through the tide, and at last gaining a little bay, floated into calm water, just as Cashel had got a footing on a reef of rock, a short distance from land. " Safe! " cried he, as he drew his wearied limbs up the stOkm and wkecb:. S17 little ci'aggy eminence, from which he could see the yacht still storni-lashed and heaving-, and follow with his eyes the boat, as with bounding speed she made for shore. No sooner had Sicklcton safely landed his freight, than he put out again to I'escue those in the yacht, while Cashel, bruised, bleeding, and torn, made his way slowly to the little hut whei'e Lord and Lady KilgoiF had tak(;n shelter. His entrance wjis fittle noticed. The cabin was full of country people and fishermen — some eaimestly proffering advice and counsel, others as eagerly questioning all about the recent calamity. In a great straw chair, beside the fire, sat Lord Kilgoff, his head resting on a countr}-- woman's shoulder, while another bathed his temples to restore animation. " AVhere is she?" said Cashel, passionately; and the tone and look of the speaker turned attention towards him. " 'Tis her husband," whispered the woman of the house, eurtsej'ing respectfully to the youth, who, in all the torn disorder of his dress, looked the gentleman ; and with that she drew him into an inner I'oom, whei'e upon a low settle lay the pale and scarce breathing form of Lady Kilgoff. " Don't be afeard, yer honor, she'll be betther in a minute or two. She has more courage than her father there." And she pointed to the outside room where Lord Kilgoff sat. "Indeed, the first word she spoke was about yerself." Cashel made a gesture to be silent, and sat down beside the settle, his gaze fixed on the features, which, in their calm loveliness, had never seemed more beautiful. The stillness that now reigned in the little cabin, only broken by the low whisperings without — the calm tran- quillity so suddenly succeeding to the terrible convulsion — the crowd of sensations pressing on the brain, and, above all, the immense fatigue he had gone through, brought on such a sense of stupor, that Cashel fell heavily on the floor, and with his head leaning against the settle, fell into a sound sleep. Before evening had closed in most of the party had recovered from their fatigues, and sat grouped in various attitudes round the blazing fire of the cabin. In a deep, old-fashioned straw chair, reclined, rather than sat, Lady 318 EOLAND CASHEL. Ivilgoff; a slightly feverisli flush lent a brilliancy to her otherwise pale features, deepening the expression of her full soft eyes, and giving a more animated character to . the placid beauty of her face. Her hair, in all the loose freedom of its uncared-for state, fell in great voluptuous masses along her neck and shoulders, while part of a i i finely-turned arm peeped out beneath the folds of the wide scarlet cloak which the fisherman's wife had lent her in lieu of her own costly " Cashmere." Next to her sat Roland ; and although dressed in the rough jacket of a sailor, his throat encircled by a rude cravat of coloured worsted, he seemed in the very cos- tume to have regained some of his long-lost joyousness, and, notwithstanding the sad event of the night, to be in a very ecstasy of high spirits. Sickleton, too, seemed like one who regarded the whole adventure as a circum- stance too common-place for niuch thought, and busied himself writing letters to various persons at Cashel's dictation, sorely puzzled from time to time to follow out the thread of an intention, which Roland's devotion to the lady at his side more than once interrupted. The most disconsolate and woe-begone of all was the poor peer, who, propped up by cushions, sat with un- meaning gaze steadiljr riveted on the fire. There was something so horribly absurd, too, in the costume in which he was clad, that converted all pity into a sense of ridi- cule. A great wide poa-jacket encircled his shrunken, wasted figure to the knees, where the thin attenuated legs appeared, clad in blue worsted stockings, whose wide folds fell in a hundred wrinkles around them ; a woollen cap of red and orange stripes covered his head, giving a most grotesque expression to the small and fine-cut fea- tures of his face. If Lady Kilgoflf and Cashel had not been too much interested on other topics, they could not have failed to discover, in the occasional stealthy glances that Sickleton cast on the old lord, that the costume had been a thing of his own devising, and that the rakish air of the nightcap, set sideways on the head, was owing to the sailor's inveterate fondness for a joke no matter how ill-timed the moment or ill-suited the subject of it. Behind them, and in a wider circle, sat the fisherman STORM AND WKECK. 819 and his family, the occasional flash of the fii'e lighting up the gloom where they sat, and showing, as in a Rembi'andt, the strong and vigorous lines of features where health and hardship were united — the whole forming in the light and shadow a perfect subject for a painter. From the first moment of the mishap, Lord Kilgoflf had sunk into a state of almost child-like imbecility, neither remembering w'here he was, nor taking interest in anything, an occasional fractious or impatient remark at some pass- ing inconvenience being all the evidence he gave of thought. It devolved, therefore, upon Cashel to make every arrange- ment necessary — an assumption on his part which his natural respect and delicacy made no small difficulty. As for Liidy Kilgoff, she appeared implicitly to yield to his judgment on every point; and when Roland suggested that, instead of returning to Dublin and all its inevitable rumours, they should at once proceed to Tubbermore, she assented at once, and most willingly. It was with this object, then, that Sickleton sat, pen in hand, making notes of Cashel's directions, and from time to time writing at his dictation to various tradesmen whose services he stood in need of. It would certainly have called for a clearer head, and a calmer than Roland's, to have conducted the conversation with the lady and the com- mand to the gentleman, who sat at either side of him. !Many a sad blunder did he make, and more than once did the reply intended for her ladyship find its way into the epistle of the lieutenant, nor did the mistake appear till a reading of the document announced it. At these, a burst of laughter was sure to break forth, and then my lord would look up, and, passing his fingers across his temples, seem trying to recall his lost and wandering faculties — efforts that the changeful play of his features showed to be alter- nately failing and succeeding, as reason, tide-like, ebbed and fiowed within his brain. It was as Sickleton wrote down at Cashel's direction the order for a considerable sum of money to be distributed among the crew of the yacht, tliat Lord Kilgoff", catching as it were in a momentary lucidness the meaning of the words, said aloud, " This is not munificence, sir. I tell you this is the wasteful extravagance of the buccaneer, not the generosity of a true gentleman." 320 HOLAND CASlIEL. The other suddenly started at the words, and while Lady Kilgoff's deep flush of passion and CmsIicI's look of astonishment exhibited their feelinsfs, Sickleton's hearty laugh showed the racy enjoyment deficient delicacy can always reap from an awkward dilemma. " But, my lord, you mistake Mr. Cashel," said Lady Kilgoff, eagerly bending forward as she spoke. " His noble gift is to compensate these brave fellows for a loss, as well as reward them for an act of devotion. — llow silly in me to reason with him ! see, Mr. Cashel, his r.iind is quite shaken by this calamity." "Your defence compensates a hundred such leproofs," said Cashel, with warmth. " "Well, Mr. Sickleton," said he, anxious to quit a painful topic, " what of this schooner yacht you spoke of a while ago ?" "The handsomest craft that ever swam," said the lieutenant, delighted to discuss a favourite theme. " Lord AVellingham has married, and they say won't keep her any longer. You'll get her for ten thousand, and the story is she cost about fourteen." " But perhaps Mr. Cashel mny soon follow her noble owner's example," said Lady Kilgoff, smiling, and with, a subdued look towards Roland. " Don't give him bad counsel, my lady." " It really does seem to me a kind of inveteracy thus to talk of buying a new yacht within a few hours after losing one." " Like a widower looking out for a new wife, I suppose," said the lieutenant, laughing. "No, sir, I beg to correct you," bi'oke in my lord, with a snappishuess that made the hearers start ; " ker ladyship is not yet a widow, although her levity might seem to imply it." " My lord, I must protest against this sarcastic humour,'' said she, with a mild dignity. " Our terrible catastrophe may have disturbed your right judgment, but I pray select another theme for misconstruction. Mr. Cashel, I will wi.sh you a good-night. In the difficulty in which I am placed, I can only say that my perfect confidence in your counsel satisfies me it will be such as you ought to give and I to follow." " Yes, sir, of course ; when the lady says, ' Follow,' I STOEM AND AVKECIv. 821 hope you know a ejenlleman's devoir better than to clis- obej'." These words were uttered by the old man with a sneering impertinence that augured no absence of mind ; but ere the door closed upon Lady Kilgofi' his face had again put on its former dull and vacant stai'e, and it was clear that the momentary intelligence was past and over. " Now, Sickleton," said Cashel, as if at length able to give his mind to the details before him, "you will haste to Dublin ; send us the carriages with all the speed you can muster ; pack ott' her lad3'sliip's maid and the ward- robe, and don't forget that dressing-case at Seward's. I should like to have her crest upon it, but there's no time for that — besides, we should only have more scandal in Dublin when it got abroad. Then for Kennyfeck : tell him I have no money, and stand much in need of it ; for, as my lord says, mine are buccaneer's habits ; and lastly, run over to Cowes and secure the yacht — we must have her. I'm much mistaken, or our friends here will take a cruise with us among the Greek Islands one of these days." " Treacherous navigation, too !" said Sickleton, with a dryness that seemed to imply more than the mere words. "What if it be, man! they say there's nothing much worse anywhere than the line of coast here beside us." " Well, and haven't we suflered enough to make us credit the report?" He paused, and then dropping his voice to a low and cautious wliisper, added, " l^ot but that I shall call you lucky if all the danger has ended with the loss of the vessel " " IIow ? "What do you mean? " asked Cashel, in a tone of great eae'erncss. "Cannot you guess?" said the other, with an imper- turbable coohicss. " No, on my honour, I haven't a thought whither your words point." " Then, faith, the peril is fifty times greater and nearer than I suspected," cried he, warmly. "When a man cracks on all that he can cai-ry, and more than is safe, you at least give him credit for knowing the channel, and un- derstanding its bearings, but when he tells you that ho neither knows the course nor the soundings, why you set him down as mad." VOL. I, y 322 nOLAND CASHEL. " I shall not be very far removed from that condition if you'll not condescend to explain yourself more freely," said Cashel, ■with some irritation of manner. " Where is this danger ? and what is it ? " Sickleton looked at him for a second or two — then at the old peer — and, at last, Avith a scarcely perceptible raovement of his head, motioned towards the door by which Lady Kilgoff had just passed out. " You surely cannot mean — you do not suppose " '' Ko matter what I suppose ; all I say is, there are worse breakers ahead of you just now than the LuccioJa had last night ; haul your wind, and draw off while you have time. Besides, look yonder " — and he pointed with a jerk of his thumb to Lord Kilgoff, who still sat with stolid gaze fixed upon the red embers of the fire — " that would be a victory with but little honour !" Cashel started to his feet, and, passing his hand over his forehead, seemed, as it were, trying to disabuse his mind of some painful illusion. His features, flushed and ani- mated an instant befox'e, had grown almost livid in pallor ; and he stood, with one hand leaning on the chair from which he had risen, like one recovering from a fainting lit. At last, and with a voice husky and hoarse from emotion, he said, " Sickleton, if I had thought this- — if, I say, I even believed what you hint at possible—" "Pooh! pooh!" broke in the other; " why anchor in three fathoms when you've deep water beside you? You'll not hug a lee-shore with a fresh breeze on your quarter ; and all I ask is, that you'd not risk the loss of that noble craft merely that you may spoil the wreck." Cashel grasped the rough seaman's hand in both his own, and shook it with warmth. "I can only say this," said the bluff lieutenant, rising, " if such be the object of your cruises, you must seek another shipmate than Bob Sickleton ; and so good night." " Are you going ? " said Cashel, with a sorrowful voice. " I wish you were not about to leave thus." '' I have given you your bearings ; that ought to be enough for you. Good night, once more." And with this the honest-hearted lieutenant threw his boat-cloak around hiui, and sallied forth to the door, before which a chaise was in waiting to convey him to Dublin. STOEM AND \\t:ieck. 323 As for Roland, his agitated and excited mind banished all desire for sleep, and he wandered out upon the beach, where, resolving many a good intention for the future, he walked to and fro till day was breaking. CHAPTER XXX. Mias Leicester's dkeaji and its fulfilment. "Old walls have mouths as well as ears." The Convent: a Plat. To US of the present day, who see what Genii are guineas, fairy tales are mere allegories. Your true sorcerer is a credit " on Coutts," and anything may be esteemed within his power who reckons by tens of thousand?. Tom Linton was experimenting on this problem some- what largely at Tubbermore, where the old, misshapen, ugly house had undergone such a series of transformations inside and out, that the oldest inhabitant might have failed to recognize it. Roman cement and stucco — those cos- metics of architecture — had given to the front a most plausible air, and what with a great flagged terrace beneath and a balustrade parapet above, the whole had put on a wonderful look of solidity and importance. French win- dows and plate-glass, stuccoed architraves aud richly traceried balconies, from which access was had to various terraces and flower-plats, contributed an appearance of lightness to the building, and what was lost in architec- tural elegance was fully recompensed by convenience and facility of enjoyment. Within, the arrangements were excellent, aud, as regarded the object in view, perfect — various suites of apartments, so separated as to be actually like residences, abounded throughout, so that the guests miglit either indulge their solitude undisturbed, or mix in the wide circle of the general company. For the latter, a magnificent suitj of Y 2 324 EOLAXD CASHEL. rooms led along the entire basement story. Here, con- ndering the shortness of the time and the difficulties en- countered, Linton's skill was pi-^-eminentlj distinguished. Painting was too slow a process for such an emergency, and accordinsrlv the walls were hung with rich silks aud stuffs from the looms of Lyons, draped in a hundred grace- ful fashions, while the floors, laid down in the rough, were concealed by the massive texture of Persian carpets, the most costly ever brought to this country. The air of com- fort and '• livableness " — if we may coin a wrrd — depicted on every side, took away the reproach of ostentatious splendour, which perhaps might have been applied to rich decorations and gorgeous details in a mere country-house. And this was managed with no mean skill, and he must have been a stem critic who could have canvassed too rigidly the merit of appliances so manifestly provided for his own enjoyment. Books and pictures — the Penates of domesticity — were there, and everything possible was done to give a semblance of long: habitation to that which but a few weeks back had been a dreary ruin. A critical eve migrht have detected in many instances the evidences of a more refined taste than Mr. Linton's, and so was it. Miss Leicester had frequently aided him by her advice and suggestions, and every day, when the weather permitted, saw old Mr, Corrigan and his grand- daughter repair to Tubbermore, whose progress they watched with a desree of interest only felt by those whose retirement admits few sources of amusement. There was a secret cause of pride, too, in seeing the old residence of the family — marred as had been its proportions by frequent and tasteless additions — resume something of its once grandeur. Mary, whose earliest lessons in infancy had been the tales of her powerful ancestors, who lorded over an almost princely tract, entered heart and soul into a course which favoured so many of fancy's pleasantest fictions. Her greatest delight, however, was in the re- storation of one part of the building, which all former innovators had apparently despaired of, and left as a species of storehouse for every kind of lumber. This was a great square tower, with an adjoining chapel, the floor of which was formed by the tombstones of her earliest ancestors. One compartment of a stained-glass window i MISS leicestee's deeah. 325 showed " the helmet and torch," the arms of the O'Begans, from which the family, br a cormptioa, took the name of Corrigan, and various other mementos abounded to prove the high station they had once snpported. Strongly imbued with a knowledge of the tales and customs of the period, Mary restored the chap-el to all the emblazoned splendour of the sixteenth century. The rich, carvings, that modem research has discovered and carried away from the chateaux of the Low Countries, were adapted to the place, and speedily the interior put on an air of highly-preserved and cherished antiquity. The tower adjoining was also converted into a great chamber of audience — a " Eitter-Saal," hung round with weapons of the chase and war, while great btifiets dis- played a wealth of antique plate and china, of gem- wrought cups and massive flagons, that lent a lustre to its otherwise too stem appearance. Lighted by a range of stained windows far from the ground, the tempered sun- light cast a mellow glance on every object ; and here, in the silence of the noon, when the workmen had gone to dinner, Mary used to sit alone, some strange spell fasci- nating her to a spot where echoes had once awoke to the tramp of her own kinsmen's footsteps. " Tell me, Mr. Linton," said she, as he entered sud- denly, and found her seated in her favourite place, " what part of the chapel adjoins the wall we see yonder ? ' " That," said Linton, musing for a second — " that, if I mistake not, must be what vou stvled the crvpt; t.ie •■ Exactly r " cried she, with animation. " The crypt is somewhat lower than this chamber, two steps or so?" "■ Abc'Ut as much." ' How strange, how very strange ! " she said, half to herself. " What is strange r " said Linton, smiling at the intense preoccupation of her features. ■• You will laugh outright," said she, " if I tell you. It was a dream I had last night about this chamber." ' " Pray let me hear it," said Linton, seating himself, and affecting a deep interest. " I own to a most implicit confidence in dreams." *' Which is more than I do," said she, lauehin?. '' This 32 G ROLAND CASHEL. has, however, so much of truth about it, as the locality is concerned, and thus far it is curious. Arc you certain that you never told mo before that the crypt lay outside of that wall ? " , " Perfectly ; since I only learned as much myself about L an hour ago." v " How singular!" " Come, do not torture my curiosity further. Let us have your dream." " It was very short. I dreamed that I was sitting here musing and thinking over the lives and fortunes of some of those who once dwelt within those walls, and com- paring their destiny with that of their descendants, only admitted, as it were, on sufferance, when suddenly a door opened slowly there- — there, in the very midst of that waK ■ — and I could see down into the crypt, and the chapel beyond it. On the altar there were candles lighted, and I thought the fiofure of a man crossed and recrossed below the steps, as if settling and arranging the books and cushions ; and, at last, he turned round, and I perceived that he carried in his hands a small and strongly-clasped box, and, as he came towards me, he seemed to hold this out for me to take ; but, as I did not move or stir, he laid it down within the doorway, and, as he did so, the wall gradually closed up again, and no vestige of the door could be seen. iSTay, so perfectly unshaken did all appear, that I remember remarking a cobweb that stretched from the frame of a picture, and hung over the spot where the door seemed to be ; and there," cried she, starting up — " tliei-e, Mr. Linton, as 1 live, thei^e is the cobweb ! " " Which, without doubt, you observed yesterday," said Linton, " and in your sleep the vision of our neglect was renewed." " No, no; I never saw it before. I flm confident that I never noticed it yesterday. I am sorry I revealed my dream to you," said she, perceiving that, in spite of all his tact, incredulity had lent a look of pitying compassion to his features. " On the contrary, I beg of you to believe in all my interest for your recital ; nay, I'll prove it too." " How so ? " said she, eagerly. " Simply enough. I'll give orders at once to have a suss Leicester's dream. 327 door made here, and then we shall see if the view you describe of the crypt and the chapel can be seen from this point." " Why don't you add, and of the figure with the casket, too?" said she, smiling, " for I see you regard them all as alike veracious." " In any case," cried Linton, " if he lay down the treasure — and treasure it must be — here in the doorway, I'll take care that the walls do not swallow it up again ; we shall be able to find it in the morning." " And will you really have this done?" " I'll give the orders this veiy day." " I must not be so silly," said she, after a pause ; " the whole is too absurd. No, Mr. Linton, do not, I beg of you, do not take any notice of my folly." " At all events," said Linton, " your dream is a most happy inspiration, a door here will be a great improve- ment, and if the vista takes in the chapel, so much the better. Eemember, too," added he, in a lower and more feeling voice — " remember wliat I have told you so often, that whatever we do here has, so to say, no other reward than the pleasure it gives me the doing. Our great patron has about as much gratefulness in his composition as taste. He will neither ieel thankful for our exertions, nor sensible of their success, and is just as likely to dese- crate yon Rittcr-Saal, by making it his smoking room." " If I thought so— — -" said she, proudly, and then stopped suddenly. " But how can it concern me ? I have only to wonder how you can accept of an intimacy so dis- tasteful." This, in its very abruptness, was a home-thrust, and so much did Linton feel it, that he reddened, at first with shame, and then with anger at his want of composure. " There are many circumstances in life. Miss Leicester," said he, gravely, " which demand heavy sacrifices of per- sonal feeling, and happy if sometimes the recompense come in seeing that our self-devotion has worked well for others. I may one day explain myself more fully on this head." Before !Mary could answer, a messenger came to say that her grandfather was waiting to return with her to the cottage, and she bid. Linton good-bye with a degree of S'28 ROLAND CASHEL. interest for liim she had never felt before. Linton stood in a window and watched her as she went, nor did his eye quit the graceful form till it disappeared in the covering of the trees. " Yes," said he to himself, " I have struck the right chord at last! She neither is to be dazzled by the splendour, nor excited by the ambitions of the great world. The key to tlie mystery of her nature lies in the very fact of her position in life — the indignant struggle against a condition she feels beneath her; — she can sym- pathize with this. She is just the very girl, too, to awaken Laura's jealousy, so brilliantly handsome, so much of elegance in mien and deportment. Ay ! the game will •win. I may stake all upon it. "Who is that?" said he, starting suddenly, as a door banged behind him, and he saw Tom Keane, who had been a silent listener to his soliloqu3^ Linton well knew that, shi^ewd as the man was, the words could have conveyed little or nothing to his in- telligence, and carelessly asked what had the post brought. " A heap of letters, yer honer," said he, laying the lieavil3'-loaded bag on the table. " I never see so many come to the town afore." As Linton unlocked the bag and emptied its contents before him, his face suddenly gi'cw dai'k and angry, for none of the letters, as he turned them over, were for him- self; they were all addressed Roland Casliel, Esq., and marked " private." At last he saw one with his own name, and motioning to Keane to leave him undisturbed, he sat down to read it. It came from his correspondent Mr. Phillis, and was of the briefest. *' Sir, — All has gone wrong. R. C, sailed last night on a yachting excursion with Lord and Lady K., some say for Wales, others for the Isle of Wiglit. The truth I cannot ascertain. The persons invited to Tubbermore are all preparing to set out, but eagerly asking where C. is to be found. There has been something like a breach at K.'s, and I fancy it is about Lady Kilgofl's going in the yacht, which, although seeming accident, must have been planned previously. If you had been here the matter might have taken another turn, as C. appears very tired of K.'s agency, and the diiliculty of obtaining money from him. MISS Leicester's dream. 329 "I liave received a few lines from C, dated from 'tlie liarbour,' to order a ' fourgon ' to be got ready ; but I shall pretend not to have received the note, and leave this, if you desire it, for Tubbcrmore on hearing fi-om you. " Tours, in duty, " R. Phillis." Linton crushed the note passionately in his fingers, and "U'itli a cheek almost purple, and swollen knotted veins about the forehead and temples, he hastily walked to and fro in the apartment. ''So, madam," said he, "is this, then, the reason of your compliance ? Was this the source of that yielding to my wishes, that induced you to come here? And to dare this towards one!'' A fiendish laugh burst from him as he said, "Silly fool, so long as you played fair, the advantage was all on your own side. Try to cheat, and you'll see who's the victor ! And that cub, too," added he, with a hoarse passion, "who ventures a rivalry with me ! Hate has an inspiration that never deceives ; from the first moment I saw him, I felt that for him." "You say you wanted the masons, sir," said Keane, opening the door, where he had been endeavouring, but ineffectually, to catch the clue of Linton's words. " Yes, let them come here," said he, with his ordinary composure. " You are to break a door there," said he, as the men entered, "and I wish to have it done with all speed. You'll work all night, and be doubly paid." As lie spoke, he sauntered out to muse over the late tidings he had received, and plan within himself the coming campaign. Thus loitering and reflecting, time slipped by and even- ing drew near. " We must have a light here," said one of the masons. " This room is never very bright, and now it is almost dark as night. But what have wo here ? " And at the moment his hammer sent forth a ringing sound as if it had struck upon metal. "What can it be?" said the other; "it seems like a plate of iron." Linton now drew nigh, as he overheard these words, 380 ROLAND CASHEL. and stationing himself at a small window, beheld the two men as they laboured to detach what seemed a heavy stone in the wall. " It's not a plate of iron, but a box," cried one. "Hush," said the other, cautioning silence; "if it's money there's in it, let us consider a bit where we'll bide it." " It sounds emptj', anyhow," said the first, as the'metal rang clearly out under the hammer. Meanwhile Linton stood overwhelmed at the strange connection between tlie dream and the discovery. " It is a box, and here's the key fastened to it by a chain," cried the former speaker. He had scarcely succeeded in removing the box from the wall, when Linton was standing, unseen and noiseless, behind him. " We'll share it fair, whatever it is," said the second. "Of course," said the other. " Let us see what there is to share." And so he threw back the lid, and beheld, to his great dismay, nothing but a roll of parchment fastened by a strap of what had once been red leather, but which crumbled away as he touched it. " 'Tis Latin," said the first, who seemed the more intel- ligent of the two, after a vain effort to decipher the heavily engrossed line at the top. " You are right," said Linton ; and the two men stai'ted with terror on seeing him so near. " It is Latin, boys ; it was the custom of the monks to bury their prayers in that way once, and to beg, whoever might discover the docu- ment, to say so many masses for the writer's soul ; and Protestant though I be, I do not think badly of the prac- tice. Let us find out the name." And thus saying, he took up the roll and perused it steadily. For a long time the evening darkness — the difficulty of the letters — and the style of the record, impeded him, but as he read on, the colour came and went in his cheek, his hand trembled with agitation, and had there been light enough to have noted him well, even the workmen must have perceived the excitement under which he laboured. "Yes," said he, at last, " it is exactly as I said. It was written by a monk. This was an old convent once, and Father Angel o asks our prayers for his eternal repose, which assuredly he shall have, heretic that I am ! Here, MISS Leicester's dream. 331 boys, here's a pound note for you ; Father Rush will tell you how to use it for the best. Get a light and go on with your work, and if you don't like to spend the money in masses, say nothing about the box, and I'll not betray your secret." A dry laugh and a significant leer of the eye showed that he had accurately read his hearers' inmost thoughts, and Linton sat down as if to await their return ; but no sooner had they left the spot than he hastened with all speed to the inn, to con over his newly discovered treasure, and satisfy himself as to its impoi'tauce and authenticity. Drawing close the curtains of his windows, and locking the door of his room, like one who would be alone, he again opened the casket, and took out the scroll. With bent-down head and steady gaze he perused it from end to end, and then sat with riveted eyes tixed upon the signa- ture and massive seal which were appended to the foot of the document. " That this should have been revealed in a dream," said he, at length, " is almost enough to shake one's faith in the whole ! Am I myself awake, and is it real what I see before me ?" He walked the room with uncertain steps — then opened wide the window — Iheu closed it again — once more took up the paper and studied it. In fact, it was clear to see that a sceptical nature, the very habit of doubt, had indisposed him to believe in even that which his very senses corroborated. " What would I give for some lawyer's craft at this moment!" said he, as the drops of per.spiration stood upon his forehead, and his clenched hands were clasped together in strong emotion ; " what would I give for the keenness that could pierce through every line of this, and see it free of flaw — ay, that is the point ! And then. Master lioland " — here his voice grew full and round • — " and then we should see who is the master and who the dependent, if with a word— with one word — I could un- make you, and from the insolence of your sudden wealth bring you down once more to your fitting station ! Never did Fortune stand by me like this ! Let me, however, not lose the game from over-strength. Caution is needed here. Before Corrigan shall know himself the rightful owner of Tuljbermorc, he must be satisfied to see Tom Linton his son-in-law. A glorious hit that deals vengeance on eveiy 332 ROLAND CASHEL. Imiid. Ay, my lady, we sliall acquit our debt to you also !" From the beat of overwhelming passion he again turned to the document which lay open on the table. " What if it were only a copy ? But this is scarce possible. The signatures look real, and the seal cannot be counterfeit. Whom could I trust to inspect it ? With whom dare I place it for a day, or even an hour ? No ! I'll never suffer it out of my own keeping! I know not if the power to strike is not the very acme of revenge !" As he walked the room in deepest agitation he chanced for an instant to catch a glimpse of Tubbermore, which, in the bright light of a newly-risen moon, could be seen above the trees. " So then it may chance that I have not expended my labour in vain, and that this same house may be yet my own. Mine ! " cried he, in ecstasy — " mine those swelling woods — that princely park — the high position which wealth bestows, and the power that I could speedily accomplish in political life. There may be many who have more ambition to strive for — I'll swear there are few men living have more grudges to pay off." And with this speech, uttered in an accent of withering hate and scorn, he again returned to gaze at the open jDarchment. The document, surmounted by the royal arms and en- grossed in a stiff old-fashioned hand, was a free pardon accorded by his Majesty George the Second to Miles Hardrcss Corrigan, and a full and unqualified restoration to his once forfeited estates. Certain legal formalities were also enjoined to be taken, and certain oaths to be made, as the recognition of this act of his sovereign's grace. Such was the important document on which now he gazed, reading and re-reading it, till every word became riveted on his memory. 833 CHAPTER XXXI. THE GUESTS BEGIN TO ARRIVE. " Hark, thej' come ! tliey come !" An unusual bustle and commotion in the little inn awoke Linton early on the following morning. These were caused by the arrival of a host of cooks, coachmen, grooms, foot- men, and scullions, with a due proportion of the other sex, all engaged in London, and despatched — " as per order"- — to form the household of Tubbermore. As Lint(jn proceeded with his dressing, he overheard the multifarious complaints and lamentations of this town- reared population over the dirt and destitution of their newly-adopted land ; criticisms which, as they scrupled not to detail aloud, evoked rejoinders not a whit more comjilimentary to the Saxon, the hosteis of the Goat — being an energetic disciplo of that great authority who has pronounced both the land and its people as the paragons of creation — leading the van of the attack, and certainly making up for any deficiencies in her cause by the force of her eloquence. " Arrah ! who wanted ye hci-e at all ?" said she, address- ing the circle, stunned into silence by her volubility. " Who axed ye? Was it to plazo us, or to fill yer poc-kcts with the goold of ould Ireland, ye kem ? Oh, murther! murther ! — isn't it the sin and the shame to think how the crayturcs is eatin' us up ! Faix ! maybe yell be sorry enough for it yet. There's more than one amongst you would like to be safe home again, afore long ! A set of lazy thieves, no less The heavens be my bed, but I never thought I'd see the day they'd be bringing a ' naygur ' to L'cland to teach us music !" This singular apostrophe, which seemed to fill the measure of her woe, so far attracted Linton's curiosity to comprehend it, that he opened the window and. looked out, and at once discovered, by the direction of the eyes of the circle the object of the sarcasm. He was a well-built man, 334 ROLAND CASHEL. of a dark swarthy complexion and immense beard and mous- tache, wlio sat on a stone bench before the door, occupied in arranging the strings of his guitar. The air of unmoved tranquillity showed that he did not suspect himself to be the butt of any sarcasm, and he pursued his task with a composure that vouched for his ignorance of the language. " Who is our friend ? " said Linton, addressing the coachman, and pointing to the musician. " We calls him Robinson Crusoe, sir," replied the other ; " we took him up on the road from Limerick. We never seed him afore." " So, then, he doesn't belong to our force, I really had begun to fear that Mr. Ganter had pushed enlistment too far." Meanwhile the stranger, attracted by the voice, looked up, and seeing Linton, immediately removed his cap, with an air of quiet courtesy that was not lost upon the shrewd observer to whom it was tendered. " You are a sailor, I perceive ? " said Tom, as he walked out in front of the inn. The other shook his head dubiously. " I was asking," said Linton, changing his language to French, " if you had been a sailor ? " " Yes, sir," replied he, again removing his cap, " a sailor from Trieste." " And how came you here ? " " Our vessel was lost off the Blasquets, sir, on Weduos- day night. We were bound for Bristol with fruit from Sicily, and caught in a gale ; we struck, and all were lost, except myself and another, now in hospital in the large city yonder." " Were you a petty officer, or a common seaman ? " said Linton, who had been scanning with keen eye the well- knit frame and graceful ease of the speaker. "A common sailor, sir," rejoined he, modestly. " And how comes it that you are a musician, friend ? " asked Linton, shrewdly. " Every one is in my country, sir — at least, with such humble skill as I possess." " AVhat good fortune it was to have saved your guitar fi'om shipwreck," rejoined Linton, with an incredulous twinkle of his grey eyes. THE GUESTS BEGIN TO AREIVE. 335 " I did not do so, sir," said the sailor, who eithei' did not, or would not notice the sarcasm. " My good friends here " — pointing to the servants — " bought this for me in the last town we came through." Linton again fixed his eyes upon him ; it was evident that he was hesitating between belief and an habitual sense of disti-ust, that extended to evexything and every- body. At last he said, — " And what led you hither, my friend ? " " Chance," said the man, shrugging his shoulders. " I could have no preferences for one road over another — all were strange — all unknown to me. I hoped with the aid of my guitar, to get some clothes once more together, and then to find some vessel bound for the Adriatic." " What can you do besides that ? " said Linton, " for it strikes me a fellow with thews and sinews like yours was scarcely intended to thrum catgut." " I can do most things where a steady eye, and a strong hand, and a quick foot are needed. I've been a hunter in the forests of Dalmatia — herded the half-wild cattle on the Campagna at Rome — sailed a felucca in the worst Levanters of the ffulf — and to swim in a hiofh sea, or to ride an unbroken horse, I'll yield to but one man living." " And who may he be ? " said Linton, aroused at the southern enthusiasm so suddenly excited. " A countryman of mine, "'said the sailor, sententiously ; " his name is not known to you." " How sad such gifts as these should have so little re- compense in our days," said Linton, with an affected sincerity. " There was a time, in your own country, too, when a fellow like yourself would not have had long to seek for a patron." The Italian's cheek grew deeper in its flush, and his dark eyes seemed almost to kindle beneath tlie shaggy brows ; then correcting, as it seemed, the passionate im- pulse, he said : " Ay, true enough, sir ; there were many who had the gold to squander, who had not the hand to strike, and, as you say, fellows like me were high in tho market." " And no great hardship in it, either," said Linton. " There is a justice surer and quicker than the law, which I, for one, think right well of." 83G ROLAND CASHEIi. Either not following the import of the speech, or not caring to concur in it, the Italian did not reply. " I have a notion that we may find out some employ- ment for you here," said Linton. " What name are we to call you?" " Giovanni," said the sailor, after a moment's hesitation, which did not escape the shrewdness of his questioner. "Giovanni be it," said Linton, easily; "as good as another." " Just so," rejoined the Italian, with a hardihood that seemed to sit easily upon him. "I think, friend," said Linton, drawing nearer to him — and, although the foreign language in whicli he spoke effectually prevented the others from understanding what passed, instantly his voice dropped into a lower and more confidential tone — " I think, friend, we shall soon under- stand each other well. You are in want of a protector ; I may yet stand in need of an attached and zealous fellow. I read people quickly, and it seems to me that we are well met. Stay here, then ; we shall soon have a large com- pany arriving, and I'll try and find out some exercise for ycmv abilities. The Italian's dark eyes flashed and twinkled as though his subtle nature had already enlarged upon the shadowy suggestions of the other, and he made a significant gesture of assent. " Remember, now, in whose service you are," said Lin- ton, taking out his purse, and seeking among its contents for the precise piece of coin he wanted — " remember, tliat I am not the master here, but one who has to the full as much power, and that I can prove a strong friend, and, some say, a very dangerous enemy. Here is the earnest of our bargain," said he, handing him a guinea in gold ; "from this hour I count upon you." The Italian nodded twice, and pocketing the money with a cool audacity that told tliat such contracts were easily comprehended by him, touched his cap, and saun- tered away, as though to follow out some path of his own choosing. Linton looked after him for a moment, but the next his attention was taken off by seeing that Mr. Corrigan and his granddaughter were advancing hastily towards him. " So you have really accepted my suggestion," said ItllE GUESTS liEGIN TO AEPJVE. 837 ^lary, with a fliisli of pleasure on bor cheek; "the doov has been opened, and the vista is exactly as my dream revealed it." " In all save the chief ingredient," replied Linton, laughing ; '' we want the monk and the casket." "Hush!" said she, cautiously; "grandpapa is a firm believer in all dreams and visions, and would not hear them spoken of irreverently." " Assuredly, I never was less in the mind to do so," replied Linton, with a degree of earnestness that made Mary smile, little suspecting at the time to what his speech owed its fervour. " We've come to take a last look at the ' lEall,' Mr. Linton," said the old man. *' Tom Keane tells me that your gay company will soon arrive; indeed, rumour says, that some have already reached Limerick, and will bo here to-morrow." "This is more than I knew of," said Linton; "but here comes the redoubted Tom himself, and with a full letter-bag, too." Hastily unlocking the leather sack, Tom Linton emptied its contents upon a grassy bench, where the party seated themselves to learn the news. " There are no secrets here," said Linton, tossing over the letters, with neai'ly all of whose handwriting he was familiar ; "help me, Miss Liecester, I beg, to get through my task. Pray break some of the seals, and tell us who our dear friends are whose presence is so soon to charm and enliven us. And will you, too, sir, bear your part ? " Thus invited, old Mr. Corrigan put on his spectacles, and slowly prepared to assist in the labour. " That's the dean's hand, Miss Leicestei' — the Dean of Drumcondera. I hope he's not coming ; I'm sure he was never invited." " He regrets he cannot be with you this week, but will certainly come next, and take the libei'ty of presenting his distinguished friend, the Hofrath von Dunnerslel en, professor of Oriental Literature at Hoclienkaupei-hanscn." " This is painting the lily with a vengeance ; ' colour on colour ' is bad heraldr3% but what shall we say of the tasto that brings 'bore upon bore ? ' " " ilrs. Leicester White has prevailed upon Mr. IIovvlo to defer his departure from Ireland ' '' VOL. I. Z r> 33 l;OLAND CASIIEL. " This is LUG bad," iutcrruptcd Liuton. " What fortune have 3'ou, sir? 1 ho})e better tidings than ]\Iiss Leicester." " This is a strange kind of scrawl enough," said tlie old man; "it runs thus: — 'Dear Tom, we are starting for your wild regions this evening — two drags and a mail phaeton. I have sent Gipsy and the white letlocked colt by Hericks, and will bi'ing Tom Edwards with me. The mare looks well, but ilesh}' ; you must look to it that we haven't heavy ground ' " " Oh, I know who that's from," said Linton, hastily tiiking the letter from Corrigan's hand ; " it's Lord Charles Frobisher — a silly fellow, that never thinks of anything but horse-racing and training." " He would seem to speculate on something of tho kind here," said Corrigan ; " at least, it looks very like premeditation this sending off grooms and racers." " He does so everywhere he goes," said Linton, aflTeciing to laugh ; " a surgeon would no more travel without his lancets, than Charley without some chance of a 'match ;' but what's this P '"Dear Mr. Casiiel, — I and my little girl are already en route for your hospitable ciistle, too happy to assi.>t in the celebration of your house-warming ^" "Oh, that's Meek," said Liuton. "And now for this ruo-rred little hand here. " ' Lady Janet and Sir Andrew MacFaxdine ' " " Strange style — the lady first," interposed Miss Leicester. " She is always so," said Linton, continuing the perusal ■ — "' will reach Tubbermore by Tuesday, and have only to request that their apartments may not have a north aspect, as Lady J. has still a heavy cold hanging over lier. Sir A.'s nmn, Flint, will arrange the rooms himself and, with Mr. Cashel's permission, give directions about double doors — if there be none. " * Sir A. has taken the liberty of mentioning to Gordon that the sherry is far too hot and acrid, and hopes Mr. Cashel will pardon his having ordered some dozens of "Amontillado " for trial. Lady J. asks, as a favour, that THE GUESTS BEGIN TO ARBIYE. 339 plants and flowers may be banished from the house during her bi'ief stay, Dr. Grimes positively forbidding all herba- ceous odours ; and if the cook could make the "cuisine " particularly simple, it would also oblige her, as Dr. G. says she ought not to be exposed to the irritation of tempting viands, even to see them at table. " ' Lady J, hopes that the society will be cheerful with- out dissipation, and gay without debauch ; above all, she stipulates for early hours, and trusts that by eleven, at latest, the house will have retired to rest. Lady Janet has no objection to meeting any one Mr. Cashel may honour with his invitation, but leaves it to Mr. C.'s discretion not to abuse this liberality. Were she to par- ticularize, she should merely suggest that the Kennyfecks, except perhaps the elder girl, are odious — Mr3. White a perfect horror — the Meeks something too atrocious — and that rather than meet the KilgotTs and their set, Lady J. would almost prefer to relinquish all her much-anticipated pleasure. Mr. Linton can be, and vexy often is, gentle- manlike and amusing, but " Lintonism," as occasionally practised, is intolerable. " ' Lady Janet has ventured on these remarks, far less for her own convenience than in the discharge of what she feels to be a duty to a vexy young and inexpexnenced man, whose unsuspecting nature will inevitably expose him to the very insidious attacks of selfishness, cunning, and to that species of dictation that sooner or later ends in debasing and degrading hinx who pex'xnits himself to be its subject. " ' Janet MacFaeline.' " " What a chaste specimen of disixitex'estedness her ladyship's owxx letter," said Mary. "Is sho a near relative, or a very old friend of Mr. Cashel's i'ainily ? ',' " Neither ; a mei"e acquaintance, undistinguished by anything like even a passing pi-efcrence." " She is a hudy Janet," interposed old Cox'rigan, " and it is surprising what charxns of influence pertain to those segxnents of great families, as they descexxd a scale in society, and live among the untitled of the world ; besides that, whatever they waxxt in powei% they 'take out' in pretension, and it does qxxite as well." Z 2 340 HOLAND CASHEL. '• She is 'mauvaise langue,' " said Linton; "and lliere are few qualities obtain such sway in society. But who comes here in such haste? It is Tom Keane. Well, Tom, what has happened — is the Hall on fire ?" "No, sir; but the company's comin' rowlin' in as fast as ' pays ' down the big avenue, and into the coort ; there was three coaches all together, and I see two more near the gate." " Then we shall leave you to your cares of host," said Corrigan, rising ; " but don't forget that when ailairs of state permit, we shall be delighted to see you at the cottage." "Oh, by all means, Mr. Linton. I have acquired the most intense curiosity to hear about your fine company and their doings — pray compassionate my inquisitiveness." " But will you not join us sometimes ? " said Linton ; " can I not persuade you to make part of our little com- pany ? for I trust we shall be able to have some society worth showing you." The old man shook his head and made a gesture of refusal. " Nay," said he, "I am so u.nfitted for such scenes, and so grown out of the world's ways, that I am going to play hermit, and be churlish enough to lock the wicket that leads down to the cottage during the stay of your visitors — not against you, however. You'll always find the key at the foot of the holly-tree." " Thanks — I'll not forget it," said Linton ; and he took a cordial leave of his friends, and returned to the house, wondering as he went who were the punctual guests whose coming had anticipated his expectations. He was not long in doubt upon this point, as he pei'- ceived Mr. Phillis, who, standing on the terrace before the chief entrance, was giving directions to the people about, in a tone of no small authority. " What, Phillis ! has youv master arrived ? " cried Linton, in astonishment. "Oh, Mr. Linton!" cried the other, obsequiously, as hat in hand he made his approaches, " there has been such a business since I wrote " (i Is he here? Is he come?" asked Linton, im- patiently. THE GUESTS BEGIN TO ARRIVE. 341 "No, sir, not yet; nor can he arrive before to-morrow evening. You received my letter, I suppose, about the result of the yachting party and Lady Kilgoff?" "No! I know not one word about it," said Linton, •with a firmness that showed how well he could repress any trace of anxiety or excitement. " Come this way, out of the hearing of these people, and tell me everything from the beginning." Phillis obeyed, and walked along beside him eagerly narrating the whole story of Cashel's departure, to the moment when the yacht foundered, and the party were shipwrecked off the coast of Wexford. " Well, go on," said Linton, as the other came to a full stop. "What then?" " A few lines came from Mr. Cashel, sir, with orders for certain things to be sent down to a little village on the coast, and directions for me to proceed at once to Tubbermore and await his arrival." Linton did not speak for some minutes, and seemed totally occupied with his own reflections, when by hazard he caught the words " her ladyship doing exactly as she pleases •" " With whom ? " asked he, sternly. " With Mr. Cashel, sir; for it seems that notwithstaud- ino- all the terror and danger of the late mishap, Mr. Sickleton has been despatched to Cowes to purchase the Queen of the Harem, Lord Wellingham's new yaclit, and tliis at Lady Kilgoff's special instigation. Mr. Sickleton slept one night at our house in town, and I took a look at his papers ; there was nothing of any consequence, how- ever, except a memorandum about ' Charts for the Medi- terranean,' which looks suspicious." " I thought, Phillis, I had warned you about the Kilgoff intimacy. I thought I had impressed you with the neces- sity of keeping them from him." " So you had, sir ; and, to the very utmost of my power, I did so ; but here was a mere accident that foiled all my care and watchfulness." "As accidents ever do," muttered Linton, with sup- pressed passion. "The game of life, like every other game, is less to skill than chance ! Well, when can they be here ? " o 42 ROLAND CASnEL. " To-mon'ow afternoon, sir, if not delayed by something unforeseen ; though this is not at all unlikely, seeing tho dinieulty of getting posters. There are from thirty to forty horses engaged at every stage." " Whom have we here ? " cried Linton, as a large travel- ling-carriage suddenly swept round the drive, and entered the court. " Sir Andrew MacFarline's baggage, sir ; I passed them at the last change. One would say, from the preparations, that they speculate on a somewhat lengthy visit. What rooms are we to assign them, sir?" " The four that look north over the billiard-room and the hall ; they are the coldest and most cheerless in the house. Tour master will occupy the apartments now mine ; see, here is the plan of the house ; Lord and Lady KilgoflT have 4, 5, and 0. These that are not marked you may distribute how you will. My quarters are those two, beyond the library." Linton was here interrupted by the advance of a tall, stifi-looking old fellow, who, carrying his hand to his hat in militaiy guise, stood straight before him, saying, in a very broad accent, " The gen'ral's mon, sir, an't please ye." "Well, friend, and what then?" replied Linton, half testily. " I've my leddy's orders, sir, to tak' up a good position, and a warm ane, in the hoos younder, and if it's no askin' too much, I'd like to speer the premises first." " Mr. Phillis, look after this, if you please," said Linton, turning away ; " and remember my directions." " Come with me friend." said Phillis ; " your mistress, I suppose, does not like cold apartments?" " Be ma saul, if she finds them so, she'll mak' the rest of the hoos over warm for the others," said he, with a sardonic grin, that left small doubt of his sincere convic- tion. "And your master?" said Phillis, in that interrogatory tone which invites a confidence. " The gen'ral's too auld a soldier no to respec deescep- line," said he, drily. " Oh, that's it, Sanders." " Ma name's Bob Flint, and no Saunders — gunner and driver i' the Royal Artillery," said the other, drawing him- THE GUESTS BEGIN TO ARmVE. 343 self up proudly ; " an' if wo are to be mair acquaint, it's just as well ye'd mind that same." As Bob Flint possessed that indescribable something which would seem, bj'' an instinct, to save its owner from impertinences, Mr. Phillis did not venture upon any re- newed familiarity, but led the way into the house in silence. "That's a bra' cookin' place ye've got j'onder," said Bob, as he stopped for a second at the door of the great kitchen, where already the cooks were busied in the various preparations ; " but I'm no so certain my leddy wad like to see a bra' giggot scooped out in tha' fashion just to mak' room for a wheen black potatoes inside o' it ;" — the opera- tion alluded to so sarcastically being the stuffing of a shoulder of mutton with truffles, in Provenfal mode. " I suppose her ladyship will be satisfied with criticising what comes to table," said Phillis, " without descending to the kitchen to make objections." " If she does, then," said Flint, " she's mair ceevil to ye here than she was in the last hoos we spent a fortnight, whar she discharged twa maids for no making the beds as she'd taw'd them, forbye getting the coachman turned off because the carriage horses held their tails ower higli for her fancy." " We'll scarce put up with that here," said Phillis, with offended dignity. " I dinna ken," said Bob, thoughtfully ; '* she marie her ain nephew carry a pound o' dips from the cliandliM's, just, as she said, to scratch his pride a bit. I'd ha' ye mind a wee hoo ye please her fancy. You're a bonnie mon, but she'll think leetle aboot sending ye packing." Mr. Pliillis did not deign a reply to this speech, buf led the way to the suite destined for her ladyship's accommo- dation. 81 i JIOLANP CASIlEIi, CHAPTER XXXII. now THE VISITORS FARED. " They come — tliey come ! " — Harold. Linton passed the greater part of the night in letter- writing. Combinations were thickening around him, and it demanded all the watchful activity he could command to prevent himself being overtaken by events. To a confidential lawyer he submitted a case respecting Corri- gan's title, but, so hypothetically and with such reserve, that it betrayed no knowledge of his secret — for he trusted no man. Mary Leicester's manuscript was his next care, and this he entrusted to a former acquaintance connected Avith the French press, entreating his influence to obtain it the honour of publication, and, instead of remuneration, asking for some flattering acknowledgment of its merits. His last occupation was to write his address to the con- stituency of his borough, where high-sounding phrases and generous professions took the place of any awkward avowals of political opinion. This finished, and wearied by the long-sustained exertion, he threw himself on his bed. His head, however, was far too deeply engaged to permit of sleep. The plot was thickening rapidly — events, whose course he hoped to shape at his leisure, were hurrying on, and although few men could summon to their aid more of cold calculation in a moment of diflB- culty, his wonted calm was now disturbed by one circum- stance—this being, as he called it to himself^ — Laura's treachery. No men bear breaches of faith so ill as they who practise them with the world. To most persons the yacht voyage would have seemed, too, a chance occurrence, where an accidental intimacy was formed, to wane and die out with the circumstance that created it. Not so did lie regard it. He read a pre-an-anged plan in every step she had taken — he saw in her game the woman's vanity to wield an influence over one for whom so many con- tended — he knew, too, how in the great world an " eclat " HOW THE VISITOES FARED. 845 can always cover an " indiscretion " — and that, in the society of that metropolis to which she aspired, the repu- tation of chaperoning the rich Roland Cashel would be of incalculable service. If Linton had often foiled deeper snares, here a deep personal wrong disturbed his powers of judgment, and irritated him beyond all calm prudential thoughts. Re- venge upon her, the only one he had ever cared for, was now his uppei-most thought, and left little place for any other. "Wearied and worn out, he fell asleep at last, but only to bo suddenly awakened by the rattling of wheels and the quick tramp of horses on the gravel beneath his win- dow. The one absorbing idea pervading his mind, he started up, muttering, " She is here." As he opened his window and looked down, he at once perceived his mistake — Mrs. Kennyfeck's well-known voice was heard, giving directions about her luggage — and Linton closed the casement, half relieved and half disappointed. For a brief space the house seemed astir. Mrs. Kenny- feck made her way along the corridor in a mingled com- mentary on the handsome decollations of the mansion and Mr. Kennyfeck's stupidity, who had put Archbold's " Criminal Practice " into her bag instead of Debrett's "Peerage," while Linton could overhear a little quizzing conversation between the daughters, wherein the elder reproached her sister for not having the politeness to bid them " welcome." Tlie slight commotion gradually sub- sided, all became still, but only for a brief space. Again tlie same sound of crashing wheels was heard, and once more Linton Hung open his window and peered out into the darkness. It was now raining tremendously, and the wind howling in long and dreary cadences. " What a climate ! " exclaimed a voice Linton knew to be Downie Meek's. His plaint ran thus : — " I often said they should pension off the Irish Secre- tary after three years, as they do the Chief Justice of Gambia." " It will make the ground very heavy for running, I fear," said the deep full tone of a speaker who assisted a lady to alight. " IIow you arc always thinking of the turf, Lord 310 ROLAND CASHEL. Charles !" said she, as he rather carried than aided her to the shelter of the porch. Liutou did not wait lor the reply, but shut the window, and again lay down. In that half-waking state, where sleep and fatigue con- test tlie ground with watchfulness, Linton continued to hear the sound of several arrivals, and the indistinct impressions became commingled till all were lost in heavy slumber. So is it. Childhood itself, in all its guileless freedom, enjoys no sounder, deeper sleep tlian he whose head is full of wily schemes and subtle plots, when once exhausted nature gains the victory. So profound was that dreamless state in which he lay, that he was never once aware that the door by which his chamber communicated with the adjoining one had been opened, while a select committee were debating about the disposition of the furniture, in total ignorance that ho made part of it. " Why couldn't Sir Andrew take that small room, and leave this for me? I like an alcove vastly," said Lady Janftt, as, candle in hand, she took a survey of the chamber. " Yes, my leddy," responded Flint, who, loaded with cloaks, mantles, and shawls, looked like an ambulating wardrobe. " You can make him a kind of camp-bed there ; he'll do very well." "Yes, my leddy." "And don't suffer that impertinent Mr. Phillis to poke his head in here and interfere with our arrangements. These appear to me to be the best rooms here, and I'll take them." "Yes, my leddv." "Where's Sir Andrew?" " He's takin' a wee drap warm, my leddy, in the butler's room ; he was ower wat in the ' dickey' behind." " It rained smartly, but I'm sure the country wanted it," drily observed Lady Janet. — " Well, sir, you here again ? " This sharp interrogatory was addressed to Mr. Phillis, who, after a vain search for her ladyship over half the house, at length discovered her. "You are not aware, my lady," said he, in a tone of HOW THE VISITOKS FARED. 347 obsequious deference, that nearly cost liim an apoplexy, " that these rooms are reserved for my master." " Well, sir ; and am I to understand that a guest's ac- commodation is a matter of less importance than a valet's caprice ? for as Mr. Cashel never was here himself, and consequently never could have made a choice, I believe I am not wronf^ in the source of the selection." "It was Mr. Linton, my lady, who made the arrange- ment." " And who is Mr. Linton, sir, who ventures to give orders here ? — I ask you, who is Mr. Linton ? " As there was something excessively puzzling to Mr, Phillis in this brief interrogatory, and as Lady Janet perceived as much, she repeated the phrase in a still louder and more authori- tative tone, till, in the fulness of the accents, they fell upon the ears of him who, if not best able to give the answer, was, at least, most interested in its nature. He started, and sat up ; and although, from the position of his bed in a deep alcove he was himself screened from observation, the others were palpable enough to his eyes. "Yes," cried Lady Janet, for the third time, "I ask, who is Mr. Linton ? " " Upon my life, your ladyship has almost made me doubt if there be such a person," said Tom, protruding his head through the curtains. " I vow he's in the bed yonder ! " said Lady Janet, start- ing back. " Flint, I think you are really too bad ; this is all your doing, or yours, sir," turning to Phillis with a face of anger. "Yes, my leddy, it's a' his meddlin'." " Eh, Leddy Janet, what's this ?" said Sir Andrew, sud- denly joining the party, after a very dangerou.s excursion along dark cori'idors and back stairs. " We've strayed into Mr. Linton's room, I find," said she, gathering up vai^ious small articles she had on enter- ing thrown on the table. "I must only reserve my apologies for a more fitting time and place, and wish hiiu good night." " I've even dune something o' the same wi' Mrs. Kanny- fack," said Sir Andrew. " She was in bed, though, and so I made my i-etreat undiscovered." " 1 regret. Lady Janet," said Tjinton, politely, " that my 848 ROLAND CASHEL. present toilet does not permit mo to show you to your apartment, but if you will allow Mr. Phillis " " Dlnna get up, man," broke in Sir Andrew, as he half pushed the inv^adiiig party out of the door ; "we'll liiid it vara weel, I've na doubt." And in a confused hubbub of excuses and grumblings they withdrew, leaving Linton once more to court shunber, if he could. " I beg pardon, sir," said Phillis, popping in his head the minute after, " but Mr. Downie Meek has taken the rooms you meant for Lady Janet ; they've pillaged all the chambers at either side for easy-chairs and cushions to " " With all my heart ; let them settle the question between them, or leave it to arbitration. Shut the door, pray." " Mrs. White, too, and a large party are in the library, and I don't know where to show them into." "Anywhere but here, Phillis. Good night; there's a good man, good night." "They're all asking for you, sir; just tell me what to say." " Merely that I have passed a shocking night, and re- quest I may not be disturbed till late in the afternoon." Phillis retired with a groan, and soon a confused hum of many voices could be heard along the corridor, in every accent of irritation and remonstrance. Self-reproaches on the mistaken and abused confidence which had led the visitors to journey so many miles to "such a place;" mutual condolences over misfortune ; abuse of the whole establishment, and " that insufferable puppy the valet" in particular, went round, till at last, like a storm that had spent its fury, a lull succeeded ; one by one the grumblers slipped away, and just as day was breaking the house was buried in the soundest sleep. About an hour later, when the fresh-risen sun was glis- tening and glittering among the leaves, lightly tipped with the hoar-frost of an autumnal morning, a handsomely- appointed travelling-carriage, with four posters, drove rapidly up to the door, and an active-looking figure spring- ing from the box, applied himself to the bell with a vigor- ous hand, and the next minute, flinging open the carriage- door, said, "Welcome — at last, I am able to say — wel- come to Tubbcrmore." I Mow THE ViSttOliS i^AEED. 849 A graceful person, wrapped in a large shawl, emerged, and, leaning on his arm, entered the house ; but in a moment he returned to assist another and a far more helpless travellei', an old and feeble man, who suffered himself to be cai-ried, rather than walked, into the hail. " This is Tubbermore, my lord," said the lady, bending down, and -with a hand slightly touching his shoulder, seeming to awake his attention. " Yes — thank you — perfectly well," said he, in a low soft voice, while a smile of courteous but vacant meaning stole over his sickly features. "Not over-fatigued, my lord?" said Roland, kindly. " No, sir — we saw the ' Lightshi]5 ' quite near ns." *' Still thinking of that dreadful night," said her lady- ship, as she arranged two braids of her fair brown hair more becomingly on her forehead ; and then turning to a very comely personage, who performed a series of curtseys, like minute guns, at intervals, added, " If you please, then we'll retire to our apartment. Your housekeeper, I sup- pose, Mr. Cashel? " " I conclude so," said Roland ; " but I am equally a stranger here with yourself." " Mrs. Moss, at your service, sir," said the housekeeper, with another curtsey. " Mrs. Moss, then," said Roland, in an undertone, "I have only to remark that Lord and Lady Kilgoff must want for nothing here," " I understand, sir," said Mrs. Moss ; and whether the words, or the look that accompanied them, should bear the blame, but they certainly made Casbel look half angiy, half ashamed. "Then good-night — or good morrow, I believe it should be," said Lady Kilgoff. " I'm sure, in charity, we should not keep you from your bed a minute longer. You had a severe night outside." " Good night — good night, my lord," said Cashel ; and the handsome form of the lady moved proudly on, wliilo the servant assisted the poor decrepid husband slowly after. Roland looked after them for an instant, and whether from some curiosity to see the possessions which called him master, or that he felt indisposed to sleep, he passed 850 nOLAND CASHEL. out into the lawn and stood some niimitca gnzing at the strange and somewhat incongruous pile before him. Perhaps something of disappointment mingled with his thoughts — perhaps it was only that strange revulsion which succeeds to all long excited expectation, when the moment of satisfying it has come, and speculation is at an end for ever — but he was turning away, in half sadness, when he caught sight of a hand waving to him a salute from one of the windows. He had just time to answer the gesture, when the shutter was closed. Tiiere was one other saw the motion, and noted Avell the chamber from Avhence it came. Linton, awoke by the arrival of the carriage, had watched every step that followed, and now sat, with half-drawn curtains, eagerly marking everything that might minister to his jealous anger. As for Cashel, he sauntered on into the wood, his mind wandering on themes separ-ated by nearly half the world from where his steps were straying. CHAPTER XXXIII. Roland's introduction to mr. coRRioiN. "And while the scene around them smiled, With pleasant talk the way beguiled." Haile's Rambles. As Roland Cashel strolled along alone, he could not divest himself of a certain feeling of disappointment, that, up to the present, at least, all his wealth had so little con- tributed to realize those illusions he had so often fancied. The plots, the wiles, and cunning schemes by which he had been suiTOunded, were gradually revealing themselves to his senses, and he was rapidly nearing the fatal "bourne " which sepai^ates credulity from disti'ust. If we have passed over the events which succeeded the loss of the yacht with some appearance of scant ceremony to our reader, it is because, though in themselves not totally devoid of interest, they formed a species of Roland's ixteoduction to Mr. corrigan. 851 episode, winch only in one respect bore reference to the current ot" our story. It is not necessary, no more than it would bo gratifying, to lis to inquire with what precise intentions Lady Kilgoff had sought to distinguish Roland by mai"ks of preference. Enough, if we say that he was neither puppy enough to ascribe the feeling to anything but a caprice, nor was he sufficiently hackneyed in the world's ways to suspect it could mean more. That he was flattered by the notice, and fascinated by the charms of a very lovely and agreeable woman, whose dependence upon him each day increasing drew closer the ties of intimacy, is neither strange nor uncommon, no more than that she, shrewdly remarking the bounds of lospectful deference by which he ever governed his ac- quaintance, should use greater freedoms and less restricted familiarity with him, than had he been one of those fashionable young men about town with whom the repute of a conquest would be a triumph. It is very difficult to say on what terms they lived in each other's society. It were easier, perhaps, to describe it by negatives, and say that assuredly if it were not love, the feeling between them was just as little that which sub- sists between brother and sister. There was an almost unbounded confidence — an unlimited trust — much asking of advice, and, in fact, as many of my readers will say, fully as much peril as need be. From her Cashel first learned to see the stratagems and schemes by which his daily life was beset. Too proud to bestow more than a mere passing allusion to the Ken- nyfecks, she directed the whole force of her attack upon that far more dangerous group in whose society Roland had lately lived. For a time she abstained altogether from even a chance reference to Linton ; but at length, as their intimacy ripened, she avov/ed her fear of him in all its fulness. When men will build up the edifice of dis- trust, it is wonderful with what ingenuity they will gather all the scattered materials of doubt, with what skill arrange and combine them ! A hundred little cir- cumstances of a suspicious nature now rushed to Roland's memory, and his own conscience corroborated the history Bhe drew of the possible mode by which Linton acquired an influence ever him. 85'2 EOLANb dASHELi That Linton had been the " evil genius " of maliy, Cashcl had often heard before, but always from the lips of men; and it is astonishing, whether the source be pride, or something less stubborn, but the warning which we reject so cavalierly from our fellows, comes with a ■wondrous force of conviction from the gentler sex. For the heavy sums he had lost at play — for all the wasteful outlay of his money, Cashel cared little ; but for the humiliating sense of being a " dupe " and a " tool," his outraged pride suffered deeply ; and when Lady Kilgoft' drew a picture, half real, half imaginary, of the game which his subtle associate was playing, Roland could scarce restrain himself from openly declaring a rupture, and, if need be, a quarrel with him. It needed all her persuasions to oppose this course; and, indeed, if she had not made use of one unanswer- able argument, could she have succeeded. This was the inevitable injury Linton could inflict upon her, by as- cribing the breach to her influence. It would be easy enough, from such materials as late events suggested, to compose a history that would ruin her. Lord Kilgofl^'s lamentable imbecility, the result of that fatal night of danger — Cashel's assiduous care of her — her own most natural dependence upon him — all these, touched on with a woman's tact and delicacy, she urged, and at last obtained his pledge that he would leave to time and opportunity the mode of terminating an intimacy he had begun to think of with abhorrence. If there be certain minds to whom the very air they breathe is doubt, there are others to whom distrust is absolute misery. Of these latter Cashel was one. Nature had made him frank and free-spoken, and the circum- stances of his early life had encouraged the Imbit. To nourish a grudge vvould have been as repulsive to his sense of honour as it would be opposed to all the habits of his buccaneei-ing life. To settle a dispute with the sword was invariably the appeal among his old comrades, and such arbitraments are those which certainly leave the fewest traces of lingering malice behind them. To cherish and store up a secret wrong, and wait in patience for the day of reckoning, had something of the Indian about it that, in Roland's eyes, augmented its atrocity. ROLAND S INTRODUCTION TO MR. CORPJGAN. 353 Oppressed with thoughts like these, and associating every vexation he suffered as in some way connected with that wealtli whose possession he fancied was to satisfy every wish and every ambition, he sauntered on, little disposed to derive pleasure from the presence of those external objects which fortune had made his own. " When I was poor," thought he, " I had warm and attached friends, ready to exult in my successes, and sympathize with me in my sorrows. If I had enemies, they wei'e brave fellows, as willing to defend their cause with the sword as myself. None flattered or frowned on him who was richer than the rest. No subtle schemes lay in wait for him whose unsuspecting frankness exposed him to deception ; we were ho/is camarades, at least," said he, aloud, " and from what I have seen of the great world, I've lived to prize the distinction," From this reverie he was suddenly recalled by observ- ing, directly in front of him, an elderly gentleman, who, in a stooping posture, seemed to seek for something among" the dry leaves and branches beside a low wicket. " This is the first fruit of our gay neighbourhood," said the old man, testily, as he poked the dead leaves with his cane ; " we're lucky if they leave us without moi^e serious inconvenience." Can I assist you in your search ? — have you lost something?" said Cashel, approaching. " There is a key — the key of the wicket, hid some- where hereabouts, young man," said the other, who, scarcely bestowing, a look upon Roland, continued his investigation as busily as before. Cashel, undaunted by the somewhat ungracious recep- tion, now aided him in his search, while tlie other con- tinued : " I've known this path for nigh forty ^years, and never remember this wicket to have been locked befoie. But so it is. My old friend is afraid of the invasion of this noisy neighbourhood, and has taken to lock and key to keep them out. Tlie key he promised to hide at the foot of this tree." " And here it is," said Cashel, as he unlocked the wicket and flung it wide. " Many thanks for your help, but j'ou have a bctfcr reward than my gratitude, in eyes some flvc-and-tliirty YOL. I, A A 854 ROLAND CASHEL. years younger," said the old man, with the same half-testy voice as before. " Perhaps you'd like to see the grounds here, yourself: come along. The place is small, but far better kept than the great demesne, I assure you ; just as many an humble household is more orderly than many a proud retinue." Roland was rather pleased by the quaint oddity of his new companion, of whom he thought, but could not re- member where, he had seen the features before. " You are a stranger in these parts, I conclude ? " said the old man. " Yes. I only arrived here about an hour ago, and have seen nothing save the path fi'om the Hall to this spot." " There's little more worth the seeing on yonder side of the paling, sir. A great bleak expanse, with stunted trees and a tasteless mansion, full of, I take it, very dubious company ; but perhaps you are one of them? " " I confess as much," said Roland, laughing; "but as I have not seen them, don't be afraid I'll take up the cudgels for my associates." " Labour lost if you did," said the other, bluntly. " I only know of them what the newspapers tell us, but their names are enough." "Are they all in the same category, then?" asked Cashel, smiling. " Pigeons or hawks — dupes or swindlers — an ugly alter- native to choose from." "You are candid, certainly, friend," said Cashel, half angrily ; " but don't you fancy there is rather too much of frankness in saying this to one who has already said he is of the party ? '' " Just as he likes to take it," said the old man, bluntly. ** The wise man takes warning where the fool takes umbrage. There's a fine view for you — see ! there's a glorious bit of landscape," cried he, enthusiastically, as they came to an opening of the wood and beheld the wide expanse of Lough Derry, with its dotted islands and rained tower. Roland stood still, silently gazing on the scene, whose beauty Avas heightened by all the strong effect of light and shade. Roland's introduction to mr. corrigan. 355 "I see you have an eye for landscape," said tlie old mau, as he watched the expression of Cashel's featux'es. " I've been a lover of scenery in lands where the pursuit was well rewarded," said Roland, thoughtfully. " That you may ; but never in a country where the con- templation called for more thought than in this before you. See, yonder, where the lazy smoke rises heavily from the mountain side, high up there amid the fern and the tall heath, that is a human dwelling^there lives some cottier a life of poverty as uncheered and unpitied as though he made no part of the great family of man. For miles and miles of that dreary mountain some small speck may be traced where men live and grow old and die out, unthought of and uncared for by all beside. This misery would seem at its full, if now and then seasons of sickness did not show how fever and ague can augment the sad calamities of daily life. There are men — ay, and old men, too — who never have seen bread for years, I say, save when some gamekeeper has broken it to feed the greyhounds in a coursing party." " And whose the fault of all this ? " said Cashel, eagerly. " It is easy to see, sir," said the other, " that you are no landed proprietor, for not only you had not asked the question, but you had not shown so much emotion when putting it. So it is," muttered he to himself. " It is so ever. They have most sympathy with the poor who have least the power to help them." " But I ask again, whose the fault of such a system ? " cried Cashel. " Ask your host yonder, and you'll soon have an answer to yor.r question. You'll hear enough of landlords' calamitiL-s — wrecking tenantry — people in barbarism— irreclaimably bad — sunk in crime, black in ingratitude. Ask the peasant, and he'll tell you of clearances^ — whole families turned out to starve and die in the highways — the iron pressure of the agent in the dreary season of /'aiuiuo and fever. Ask the priest, and he will say, it is the galling tyranny of the ' rich man's church ' establishment consum- ing the suljstance, but restoring nothing to the people. Ask the rector, and he'll prove it is popery — the debasing slavery of the very blackest of all superstitions, and so on ; A A 2 35G ROLAND CASIIEL. cacli tlirows upon another the load wliicli lie refuses to bear his share of, and the end is, we have a reckk'ss gentry and a ruined people ; all the embittering^ hatred of a con- troversy, and little of the active working' of Christian (harity. Good-bye, sir. I ask pardon for iiillicting some- thing like a sermon upon you. Good-bye." '• And yet" said Cashel, " you have only made me anxious to hear more i'rom you. ^iay I ask if we are likely to meet again, and where ?" "If you should chance to be sick during your visit here, and send for the doctor, it's likely they'll fetch mc, as tlun-c is no other here." Cashel started, for he at once remembered that the F])eaker was Dr. Tiernay, the friend of his tenant Mr. Corrigan ; as the doctor did not recognize him, however, Eoland resolved to keep his secret as long as he could. " There, sir," said Cashel, "I see some friends accosting you. I'll say good-bye." " Too late to do so now," said the other, half sulkily. " Mr. Corrigan would feel it a slight if you turned back, when his table was spread for a meal. You'll have to breakfast hero." Before Roland could answer, Mr. Corrigan came for- ward from beneath the porch, aud, with a hand to each, bid them welcome. " I was telling this gentleman," said Tiernay, " that he is too far within your boundaries for retreat. He was about to turn back." "Nay, nay," said the old man, smiling; "an old fellow like you or me may do a churlish thing, but a young man's nature is fresher and warmer. I tell you, Tiernay, you're quite wrong, this gentleman will breakfast here." "With pleasure," said Cashel, cordially, and entered the cottage. Oo I CHAPTER XXXiy. EOLAKD "hears SOMETHING TO HIS ADVArTACE." "Ay, sir, I saw liiin 'liind the arras." Sir Gavin. Cashel would have devoted more attenion to the tasteful arraugement of the drawing-room into which they were ushered, if he had not been struck with the handsome and graceful form of a young girl, who from time to time passed before his e^-es in an inner chamber, engaged in the office of preparing breakfast, and whom he at once recognized as the granddaughter of whom Linton wrote. " We were talking of poor Ireland," said Tiernay, " and all her sorrows." ''I'll engage you were," cried Corrigan, laughing, " and I'll swear you did not make a mournful topic a whit less gloomy by your way of treating it ; and that's what ho calls entertaining a stranger, sir ; like a bankrupt merchant amusing a party by a sight of his schedule. Now, I'll wager a trifle my young friend would rather hear where a brace of cocks was to be found, or the sight of a neat grass country to ride over after the fox-hounds - — and I can do both one and the other. But here comes Mary, My granddaughter. Miss Leicester, sir." Mai'y saluted the stranger with an easy gracefulness, and she shook the doctor's hand cordially. "You are a little late, doctor," said she, as she led tlie way into the breakfast-room. " That was in part owing to that rogue Keane, who has taken to locking the gate of the avenue, by way of seem- ing regular, and some one else lias done the same with ilio Avicket here. Now, as for lifty years back all the cows of the country have strayed through tlie one, and all Ihc beggars through the other, I don't know what's to come of it." "I suppose the groat house is fdling?" said Mary, lo 358 ROLAND CASHEL. withdra-w liim from a grumbling theme ; " wo lieard the noise of several arrivals this morning early," " This gentleman can inform you best upon all that," said Tiernay ; " he himself is one of the company." " But I am ignorant of everything," said Cashel ; " I only arrived here a little after daybreak, and not caring to sleep, I strolled out, vs^hen my good fortune threw mc into your way," " Your friends are likely to have fine weather, and I am glad of it," said Corrigan. " This country, pretty enough in sunshine, looks bleak and dreaiy when the sky is louring; but I've no doubt yoiCcl rather have " A southerly wind, and a cloudy sky," as the songs says, than the brightest morning that ever welcomed a lark. Ai-e you fond of hunting ? " " I like every kind of sport, where horse, or gun, or hound can enter; but I've seen most of such pastimes in distant countries, where the game is different from here, and the character of the people just as unlike." " I have hunted the wild boar myself," said old Corrigan, proudly, "in the royal forests at Meudon and Fontainebleau." " I speak of the antelope and the jaugar — the dark leopard of Guiana, or the brown bison of the Andes." " That is, indeed, a manly pastime ! " said Mary, en- thusiastically. "It is so," said Casbel, warmed by the encouragement of her remark ; " more even for the endurance and per- .sevoring energy it demands than for its peril. The long days of toil in search of game, the nights of waking watchfulness, and then the strange characters and adven- tures among which you are thrown, all make up a kind of life so unlike the daily world," " There is, as you say, something highly exciting in all that," said Corrigan ; "but to my thinking, hunting is a royal pastime, and loses half of its prestige when deprived of the pomp and circumstance of its courtly following. When I think of the old forest echoing to the tantarara of the cor de cJiasse, the scarlet-clad piquetirs with lance and cutlass, the train of courtiers mounted on their high mettled steeds, displaying all the address of the salon, and ROLAND " HEARS SOMETHIXG." 359 all the skill of the cliase, to him -who was the centre of the group — the king himself " " Are you not forgetting the fairest part of the pageant, papa ? " broke in Mary. " No, my dear, that group usually waited to join us as we returned. Then, when the ' Betour de la Chasse ' rang out from every horn, and the whole wood re-echoed with the triumphant sounds, then might be seen the queen and her ladies advancing to meet us. I think I see her yet, the fair-haired queen, the noblest and most beautiful in all that lovely circle, mounted on her spotted Arabian, who bore himself proudly beneath his precious burden. Ah ! too truly did Burke say ' the Age of Chivalry was past,' or never had such sorrows gone unavenged. Young gen- tleman, I know not whether you have already conceived strong opinions upon politics, and whether you incline to one or other of the great parties that divide the kingdom, but one thing I Avould beseech you — be a Monarchist. There is a steadfast perseverance in clinging to the legi- timate Sovereign. Like the very observance of truth itself, shake the conviction once, and there is no limit to scepticism." " Humph !" muttered Tiernay, half aloud. " Consider- ing how royalty treated your ancestors, your ardour in their favour might be cooled a little." "What's Tiernay saying?" said the old man. " Grumbling, as usual, papa," said Mary, laughing, and not willing to repeat the remark. " Trying to give a man a bias in politics," said the doctor, sarcastically, " is absurd, except you accompany the advice with a place. A man's political opinions are born with him, and he has as much to do with the choice of his own Christian name as whether he'll be a Whig or a Tory." " Never mind him, sir," said Corrigan to Cashel ; '' one might travesty the well-known epigram, and say of him that he never said a kind thing, nor did a rude one, in his life." " The greater fool he, then," muttered Tiernay, " for the world likes him best who does the exact opposite ; and here comes one to illustrate my theory. There, I see him yonder ; so I'll step into the library and look over the newspaper." 300 feOLANT) CASHEL. " He cannot endure a veiy agreeable neighbour of oui'S — a Mr. Linton," said Corrigan, as the doctor retired ; " and makes so little secret of his dislike that I am always glad when they avoid a meeting." " Mr. Linton is certainly more generons," said Mary, "for he enjoys the doctor's eccentricity without taking offence at his rude hnmonr." '■ Good breeding can be almost a virtue," said the old man, with a smile. " It has this disadvantage, however," said Cashel ; " it deceives men who, like mvself, have little knowledge of life, to expect far more from politeness than it is ever meant to imply ; just as on the Lima shore, when we carried off a gold ^ladonna, we were never satisfied if we missed the diamond eyes of the image." The old man and his grauddanghter almost started at the strange illustration ; but their attention was now called off by the approach of Linton, whom they met as he reached the porch. " Come here a moment, sir," said the doctor, addressing Cashel, from the little boudoir ; " here are some weapons of very old date found among the rnins beside where we stand." And Roland had just time to quit the breakfast- room before Linton entered it. " The menagerie fills fast," said Linton, as he advanced gaily into the apartment ; " some of onr principal lions have come ; more are expected ; and all the small cages have got their occupants." " I am dying of curiosity," said Mary. " Tell us every- thing about everybody. Who have arrived r " " We have everything of a household save the host. He is absent ; and, stranger than all, no one knows •where." "How singular !" exclaimed Corrigan. "Is it not ? He arrived this morning with the Kilfroffs, and has not since been heard of. I left his amiable guests at the breakfast-table conversing on his absence, and endeavouring to account for it under every variety of ' shocking accident ' one reads of in the morning papers. The more delicately minded were even discussing, in whispers, how long it would be decent to stay in a house if the owner committed suicide." ■ R0LA^:D " HEAP.S SOMETHING.'* 361 •' This is too shocking," said Mary. " And yet there are men who do these things ! Tallcy- rand it Avas, I believe, ^vho said that the fellow "who shot himself showed a great want of savoir vivre. Well, to come back : we have the Kilgoffs, whom I have not seen as yet ; the Mceks, father and daughter ; the MacFarlines; ]\li'S. White and her familiar, a distinguished author; the wliole Kennyfeck tribe ; Frobisher ; some five or six cavalry subalterns ; and a large mob of strangc-looking-people, of both sexes, making np what in racing slang is called the ' rnck ' of the part}^" " Will it not tax your ingenuity, Mr. Linton, to amuse, or even to preserve concord among such a heterogeneous multitude ?" said Mary. " I shall amuse them by keeping them at feud with each other, and, when they weai-y of that, let them have a grand attack of the whole line upon their worthy host and enter- tainer. Indeed, already signs of rebellious ingratitude have displayed themselves. You must know that there has been a kind of petty scandal going about respecting Ladv Kilgoff and Mr. Cashel." " ]\Iy dear sir," said Mr. Corrigan, gravel}^, but with much courtesy, " when my granddaughter asked you for the latest news of jonv gay household, she did so in all the inconsiderate ignorance her habits and age may war- rant ; but neither she nor I cared to hear more of your guests than they ought to have reported of them, or should be repeated to the ears of a young lady." " I accept the rebuke with less pain," said Linton, smiling easily, " because it is, in part at least, unmerited. If you had permitted me to continue, you should have seen as much." Then, turning to Miss Leicester, he added : " Yon spoke of amusement, and you'll acknow- ledge we are not idle. Lord Charles Frobisher is already marking out a race-course ; Meek is exploring the political leaning of the borough ; the Kennyfecks are trying their voices together in every room of the house ; and Lady Janet has every casserole in the kitchen engaged in the preparation of various vegetable abominations which she and Sir Andrew take before breakfast; and what with the taking down and putting up of beds, the tuning of piano- fortes, sol-fa-ing here, l)ells ringing there — cracking of 3G2 BOLAND CASnEL. tandem whips — firing off percussion caps — screaming to grooms out of window, and slamming of doors, Babel was a scene of peaceful retirement in comparison. As this, too, is but the beginning, pray forgive me if my visits here be more frequent and enduring than ever." " Your picture of the company is certainly not flatter- ing," said Mary, " Up to their merits, notwithstanding ; but how could it be otherwise ? To make a house pleasant, to bring agreeable people together — to assemble those particles whose aggregate solidities into that compact mass called society — is far harder than is generally believed ; vulgar folk attempt it by getting some celebrity to visit them. But what a failure that is ! One lion will no more make a party than one swallow a summer. New people, like our friend Cashel, try it by asking everybody. They hope, by firing a heavy charge, that some of the shot will hit. Another mistake ! He little knows how many jealousies, rivalries, and small animosities are now at breakfast together at his house, and how ready they are, when no other game offers, to make him the object of all their spite and scandal." "But why?" said Mary. "Is not his hospitality as princely as it is generously offered ; can they cavil with anything in either the reception itsel f or the manner of it ? " " As that part of the entertainment entered into my functions, Miss Leicester, I should say, certainly not. The whole has been well ' got up.' I can answer for everything save Cashel himself; as Curran said, ' I can elevate all save the host.' He is irreclaimably en arriere — half dandy half Delaware, affecting the man of fashion, but, at heart, a prairie hunter." " Hold, sir ! " cried Cashel, entering suddenly, his face crimson with passion. " By what right do you presume to speak of me in this wise ? " "Ha! ha! ha!" broke out Linton, as he fell into a chair in a burst of admirably feigned laughter. " I told you. Miss Leicester, how it would be ; did I not say I should unearth the fox ? Ah ! Roland, confess it ; you were completely taken in." Cashel stared around for an explanation, and in the astonishment of each countenance he fancied he read a ROLAND "hears SOMETHING." 363 condemnation of bis conduct. All his impulses were quick as thought, and so he blushed deeply for bis pas- sionate outbreak, as be said, — " I ask pardon of you, sir, and this lady for my vin- seemly anger. This gentleman certainly deserves no apology from me. Confound it, Master Tom, but assuredly you don't fire blank cartridge to startle your game." " l>^o use to tickle lions with straws," said Linton ; and the insinuated flattery succeeded. " Let me now bid you welcome to my cottnge, Mr. Cashel," said Corrigan ; " although this incognito visit was an accident, I feel happy to see you here." " Thank you, thank you," replied Cashel. " I shall be even more grateful still if you permit me to join in Linton's petition, and occasionally escape from the noisy festivities of the Hall and come here." While Corrigan and Cashel continued to interchange mutual assurances of esteem and regard, Linton walked to a window with Miss Leicester. " We had no conception that our guest was Mr. Cashel," said Mary ; " he met Dr. Tiernay accidentally in the park, and came along with him to breakfast." " And did not the doctor remember him ?" said Linton, shrewdly. *' Oh no ; he may probably recollect something of having met hira before, three weeks hence, but he is so absent ! " "I thought Roland would have taken thequizzingbetter," said Linton, thoughtfully. " There's no knowing any man, or — woman either. You perceived what I was at, certainly." "No, indeed. I was as much deceived as Mr. Cashel. I thought, to be sure, that you were unusually severe, but I never suspected the object." " How droll. Well, I am a better actor than I fancied," said Linton, laughing; then added, in a lower tone, "not that the lesson should be lost upon him ; for, in sober earnest, there was much truth in it." " We were greatly pleased with him," said Mary ; " and now, knowing who he is, and what temptations such a young man has to over-estimate himself, are even more struck by his unassuming quietude." Linton only smiled, but it was a smile of most com- passionate pity. 00 i ROLAND CASHEL, " I conclucle that yon mean to show yoni'sclf to yonr company, then, Mr. Cashcl ? " said he, turning suddenly about. " I'm ready," said Roland. "I'd go, however, with an easier conscience, if Mr. Con'igan would only promise me to come and see us there sometimes." " I'm a veiy old fellow, Mr. Cashel, and have almost outlived the habits of society ; but if any one's invitation shall bring mo bej'ond these walls, it shall be yours." " I must be content with that," said Roland, as he shook the proffered hand ; and then, with a cordial fare- well to Miss Leicester, took Linton's arm, and retired. CHAPTER XXXV. MISS JEMIMA MEEK, "If yon stow him in Hyde Park — Lauk ! liow tliey •n-ill stare! Though a very smart figure in Bloomsbury Square." The Snob. Cashel's was not a nature to dwell upon a grievance, and ^ he would have, at once and for ever, forgotten the late \ scene with Linton if it were not coupled in his mind with ' suspicions derived from various difi'ercnt sources. This made him silent and reserved as he walked alonij, and so i palpably inattentive to all his companion's efforts at agreeability, that Linton at last said, " Well, Cashel, it you ean dispense Avith sleep, you certainly seem to take the compensation in dreaming. Here have I been retail- ing for you the choicest bits of gossip and small-talk, not only. without the slightest gratitude, but even without common attention on your part ! " "Very true," said Cashel ; "the reproach is quite just, and no man can be more agreeable at the expense of his friends than yourself." " Still harping on my daughter — eh ? " cried Linton. " I never thought you the man to misconstrue a jest, but if you really are offended with my folly " MISS JEMIMA MEEK. 365 " If I really were offended," said Caslicl, almost sternly, " I should not leave it to be inferred from my manner." "That I am sure of," cried Linton, assuming an air of frankness ; " and now, since all that silly atfair is for- gotten ■" " I did not say so much," interrupted Cashel. " I can- not forget it, and that is the very reason I am annoyed with myself, with you, and with all the world." " Pooh ! nonsense, man. You were not used to be so thin-skinned. Let us talk of something else. Hei'e are all our gay friends assembled — how are we to occupy and amuse them ?" Cashel made no reply, but walked on, seemingly lost in thought. " By the way," said Linton, " you've told me nothing of your adventures. Haven't you had something very like a shipwreck ? " "The yacht is lost," said Cashel, drily. " Actually lost !" echoed the other, with well-assumed astonishment. " How fortunate not to have had the Kenn^'feck party on board, as I believe you expected." " I had the Kilgoffs, however," rejoined Roland. " The Kilgoffs ! you amaze me. How did my lord ever consent to trust his most precious self on such an enter- prise r Cashel shrugged his shoulders, without uttering a word in reply. " But come, do condescend to be a little more communi- cative. How, and when, and where did the mishap occur ? " " She foundered on the southern coast some time after midnight on the loth. The crew and passengers escaped by the boats, and the craft went to pieces." " And the Kilgoffs, how did they behave in the moment of peril ? " " ]\Iy lord seemed insensible to all around ; Lady Kilgolf with a dignified courage quite admirable." " Indeed ! " said Linton, slowly, while he fixed his cj-es on Cashel's face, where an expression of increased anima- tion now displayed itself. " She has a fine generous nature," continued Cashel, not heeding the remark. " It is one of the saddest things to think of, how she has been mated." 800 ROLAND CASHEL. " She is a peeress," said Liuton, curtly. " And what of that? Do your aristocratic distinctions close the heart against every high and noble sentiment, or can they compensate for the absence of every tie that attaches one to life? Is not some poor Indian girl who follows her wild ranchero husband through the dark valleys of Guiana, not only a happier, but a better wife than your proud peeress ? " Linton shook his head and smiled, but did not reply. " I see how my old prejudices shock you," said Cashel. " I only grieve to think how many of them have left me, for I am sick — sick at heart — of your gay and polished world. I am weary of its double-dealing, and tired of its gilded falsehood. Since I have been a rich man, I have seen nothing but the servile flattery of sycophancy, or the insidious snares of deeper iniquity. There is no equality for one like myself. The high-born wealthy Avould treat me as a. parvenu, the vulgar rich only reflect back my own errors in broader deformity. I have known no other use of wealth than to squander it to please others ; I have played high, and lost deeply ; I have pm-chased a hundred things simply because some others wished to sell them ; I have entertained and sat among my company, waiting to catch and resent the covert insult that men pass upon such as me ; and will you tell me — you, who know the world well — that such a life repays one ?" " Now, let me write the credit side of the account," said Linton, laughing, and affecting a manner of easy jocularity. '* You are young, healthy, and high-spirited, with courage for anything, and more money than even recklessness can get rid of. You are the most popular fellow among men, and the greatest favourite of the other sex, going. You get credit for everything you do, and a hundi-ed others that men know you could, but have not done. You have warm, attached friends ; I can answer for one, at least, who'll lay down his life for you." He paused, expect- ing some recognition, but Cashel made no sign, and he resumed. " You have only to propose some object to your ambition, whether it be rank, place, or a high alliance, to feel that you are a favourite with fortune." " And is it by knowing beforehand that one is sure to win that gambling fascinates ? " said Roland, slowly. MISS JEMIMA MEEK. 367 " If you only knew how the dark presage of failure deters the unlucky man, you'd scarce ask the question!" rejoined Linton, with an accent of sorrow, by which he hoped to awaken sympathy. The stroke failed, however, for Cashel took no notice of it. "There goes one whose philosophy of life is simple enough," said Linton, as he stopped at a break in the holly hedge, beside which they were walking, and pointed to Lord Charles, who, mounted on a blood-horse, was lead- ing the way for a lady, equally well carried, over some sporting-looking fences. " I say, Jim," cried Frobisher, " let her go a little free at them ; she's always too hot when you hold her back." "You don't know, perhaps, that Jim is the lady," whispered Linton, and withdrawing for secrecy behind the cover of the hedge. "Jim," continued Linton, "is the familiar for Jemima. She's Meek's daughter, and the wildest romp " " By Jove ! how well she cleared it. Here she comes back again,' ' cried Cashel, in all the excitement of a favourite sport. "That's all very pretty, Jim," called out Frobishei-, " but let me observe it's a very Brummagem style of thing after all. I want you to ride up to your fence with your mare in hand, touch her lightly on the flank, and pop her over quietly." " She is too fiery for all that," said the girl, as she held in the mettlesome animal, and endeavoured to calm her by patting her neck. "How gracefully she sits her saddle," muttered Cashel ; and the praise might have been forgiven from even a less ardent admirer of equestrianism, for she was a young, fresh-looking girl, with large hazel eyes, and a profusion of bright auburn hair, which floated and flaunted in every graceful wave around her neck and shoulders. She possessed, besides, that inestimable advantage as a rider which perfect fearlessness supplies, and seemed to bo inspired with every eager impulse of the bounding animal beneath her. As Cashel continued to look, she had taken the mare a canter round a largo grass field, and was evidently en- deavouring, by a light hand and a soothing, caressing voice, to calm down her temper ; stooping, as she went. 808 TtOLAND CASnEL. in the saddle to pat the auinial's shoulder, and almost bending her own auburn curls to the counter. " She is perfect ! " cried J(oland, in a very ecstasy. " Seo that, Linton! Mark how she sways herself in her saddle." "That comes of wearing no stays," said Linton, drily, as he proceeded to light a cigai*. " Now she's at it. Here she comes ! " cried Casliel, almost breathless with anxiety ; for the mare, chafed by the delay, no sooner was turned towards the fence onco more, than she stretched out and dashed wildly at it. It was a moment of intense interest, for the speed was far too great to clear a high leap with safety ; the fear was, however, but momentary, for, with a tremendous bound, the mare cleared the fence, aiid, after a c( u^ile of minutes' cantering, stood with heaving flanks and swell- ing nostril beside the other horse. " You see my misfortune, I suppose ? " said the girl, addressing Frobisher. "No, She's not cut about the legs?" said ho, as he bent down in his saddle and took a most searching survey of the animal. "No, the hack is all right. But don't you perceive that bit of blue cloth flaunting yonder on the hedge ? — that is part of my habit. See what a tremendous rent is here; I declare, Charley, it is scarcely decent." And to illustrate the remark, she wheeled her horse round so as to show the fringed and jagged end of her riding-habit, beneath which a very finely turned ankle and foot were now seen. " Then why don't you wear trousers, like everybody else ? " said Frobisher, gruffly, and scarce bestowing even a passing glance at the well-arched instep. " Because I never get time to dress like any one else. You order me out like one of your Newmarket boys," replied she, pettishly. " By Jove ! I wish any one of them had got your hand." " To say nothing of the foot, Charley," said she, roguishly, and endeavouring to arrange her torn drapeiy to the best advantage. "No. That may do to astonish our friend Cashel, and make ' my lady' jealous. By the way, Jim, I don't see why you shouldn't ' enter for the plate ' as well as the Kenny feck girls.' ' JUSS JEMIMA MEEK. 8G9 "I like you better, Charley," said slio, curveting licr horse and passaging liim alternate]}^ from side to side. " This is tlie second time to-day I have pLiyed the eavesdropper unconsciously," said Ivolaiid, in a whisper, " and with the proverbial fortune of the listener in botli cases." And with these words he moved on, leaving Linton still standing opposite the opening of the hedge. Cashel had not advanced many paces beneath the shelter of the tall hollies, when Frobisher accidentally caught sight of Linton, and called out, " Ha, Tom — found you at last ! Where have you been hiding the whole morn- ing — you that should, at least, represent our host here ? " Linton muttered something, while, by a gesture, he endeavoured to caution Frobisher, and apprise him of Cashel's vicinity. The fretful motion of his horse, how- ever, prevented his seeing the signal, and he resumed, — "One of my people tells me that Cashel came with the Kilgotj's this morning. I say, Tom, you'll have to look .sharp in that quarter. Soh, there — quiet, Gustavo — gently, man." "He's too fat, I think. You always have your cattle too heavy," said Linton, hoping to change the topic. " He carries flesh well. But what is it I had to tell you ? Oh, I remember now — about the yacht club. 1 have just got a letter from Derwent, in which he says the thing is impossible. His remark is more true than cour- teous. He says, ' It's all very well in such a place as L'eland to know such people, but that it won't do in England ; besides that, if Cashel does wish to get among men of the world, he ouglit to join some light cavalry corps for a year or so, and stand plucking by Stanhope, and Dashtield, and the rest of them. They'll bring him out if he'll only pay handsomely.' Soh, there, man — do be quiet, will you ? The end of it is, that Derwent will not put his name up. I must say it's a disappointment to me, but, as a younger brother, I have only to smile and submit." AVhile Lord Charleswas retailing this piece of information in no very measured tone, and only interrupted by the occa- sional impatience of his horse, Linton's eyes were fixed on Cashel, who, at the first mention of his own name, increased his speed, so as to suggest the fond hope that some, at least, of this unwolcomo intelligence might have escaped him. " You'll have to break the thing to him, Tom," resumed VOL. I. B B 870 ROLAND CASHEL. Lord Charles. "You know liini beltir tlian any of ns, and liow the matter can be best touched upon." " Not the slightest necessity for that, now,'' said Linton, with a low, deliberate voice. "Why so?" '• Because you Lave just done so yourself. If you had only paid the least attention to my signal, you'd have seen that Cashel was only a few yards in front of me during the entire of your agreeable revelations." "By Jove!" exclaimed Frobisher,as his head dropped for- ward in overwhelming confusion. " What is to be done ?" "Rather difficult to say, if he heard all," said Linton, coolly. "You'd say it was a quiz, Tom. Yoiid pretend that you saw him all the while, and only did the thing for joke's sake — eh ?" " Possibly enough J might," replied Linton; '^ hut i/oit couldn't." " How very awkward, to be sure ! " exclaimed Frobisher. "I say, Jim, I wish you'd make up to Cashel a bit, and get us out of this scrape. There's Tom ready to aid and abet 3'ou, if only to take him out of the Kilgotfs' way." "There never was a more propitious moment, Miss Meek," said Linton, passing through the hedge, and approaching close to her. "He'sa great prize — the best estatein Ireland." " The nicest stable of horses in the whole country," echoed Frobisher. "A good-looking fellow, too; only wanting a little training to make presentable anywhere." "That white barb, with the flea-bitten flank, would carry you to perfection, Jira." " He'll be a peer one of these days, if he is only patient enough not to commit himself in politics." " And such a hunting-country for you^'' said Frobisher, in ecstasy. "I tell you I don't care for him ; I never did," said the girl, as a flush of half-angry meaning coloured her almost childish features. " But don't you care to be mistress of fifteen thousand a year, and the finest stud in Ireland ?" "Mayhap a countess," said Linton, quietly. "Your papa would soon manage that." "I'd rather be mistress of myself, and this bi"Own mare, MISS JEMIMA MEEK. 371 * Joan,' here— that's all I know ; and I'll have notliing to do ^vith any of your plots aud schemes," said she, in a voice ■whose utterance was that of emotion. " That's it," said Frobisher, in a low tone to Linton, " there's no getting them, at that age, with a particle of brains." " They make up surprisingly for it afterwards," replied Linton, drily. "So 3'ou'll not consent, Jim?" said Frobisher, in a half-coaxing manner to the young girl, who, with averted head, sat in mingled sorrow and displeasure. "Well, don't be pettish about it ; I'm sure I thought it very generous in me, considering " She looked round at this moment, and her large eyes -were bent upon him with a look which their very teai-s made passionately meaning. " Considering what a neat finger you have on a young horse," said he. And she turned abruptly away, and, as if to hide her emotion, spurred her mare into a bounding canter. " Take care, Charley — take care what you're doing," said Linton, with a look of consummate shrewdness. Frobisher looked after her for a minute or two, and then seemed to drop into a reverie, for he made no reply Avhatever. "Let the matter stop where it is," said Linton, quietly, as if replying to some acknowledgment of tlie other ; " let it stop there, I say, and one of these days, when she marries — as she unquestionably will do, through jiapa Downie's means, somebody of inOuence — she'll be a stead- fast, warm friend, never forgetting, nor ever wishing to for- get, her childhood's companion. Go a little further, however, and you'll just have an equally determined enemy. 1 know a little of both sides of the question," added he, medita- tively, "and it needs slight refiection which to prefer." "How are you going to amuse us here, Mr. Linton?" said she, cantering up at this moment, "for it seems to me, as old Lord Kilgoff'says, that we are like to have a very dull house. People arcordcring dinner fortheir own small parties as un- sociaily as though they were at tlieCrown Inn,at Jirigliton." " Yes, by-the-by," said Frobisher, " I want to ask you about that. Don't you think it were better to dash a little bit of ' communism ' through your administration f " 372 ROLAND CASIIEL. " I intend to send in my resignation as Premier, now tliat the head of the 8tate has arrived," said Linton, smiling dubiously. "I pei'ceive," said Frobisher, shrewdly, "you expcet that the Governmerit will go to pieces, if you leave it." " The truth is, Charley," said he, dropping his voice to a low whisper, and leaning his hand on the horse's mane, " our friend Roland is rather too far in the category ' savage ' for long endurance. He grows capricious and self-opinionated. The thin plating comes oif and shows the buccaneer at every slight abrasion." "What of that?" said Frobisher, languidly. "His book on Coutts's is unexceptionable. Come, Tom, you are the only man here who has a head for these things. Do exert yourself and set something a-going ?'' " Well, what shall it be?" said he, gaily. " Shall we get the country people together, and have hack races? — • shall we assemble the squires, and have a ball ? — shall we start private theatricals ? What saj^s Miss Meek ?" " I vote for all three. Pray do, Mr. Linton — you, who are so clever, and can do everything — make us gay. If we only go on as we have begun, the house will be like a model prison — on the separate and silent system." " As you wish it," said Linton, bowing with assumed gallantry; "and now to work at once." So saying,he turned towards the house, the others riding at either side of him. "What shall we do about Derwent's letter, Tom?" asked Frobisher. "Never speak of it; the chances are that he has heard enough to satisfy the most gluttonous curiosity. Besides, he has lost his yacht." Here he dropped his voice to a low muttering, as he said, "and may soon have a heavier loss!" " Is his pace too fast ? " said Frobisher, who caught up the meaning, although not the words. Linton made no reply, for his thoughts were on another track ; then suddenly catching himself, he said, " Come, and let us have a look at the stables. I've not seen our stud yet." And they turned off from the main approach and entei'ed the wood once more. END OF VOL. I. UNIVERSITY of CALIF0R>(1a AT UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. ~ 4 88 4 DO X E \mJ^§MI,JiM^ ^M:|m>;S m lie'