"I am not angry, Tom," said she, giving her hand, but with her head still averted.

"G.o.d knows it"s not the time for us to fall out," said he, with a shaking voice. "Going to separate as we are, and when to be together again not so easy to imagine."

"You are surely going out with papa?" asked she, eagerly.

"No; they say not."

"Who says not?"



"The governor himself--Sir Brook--old Mills--everybody, in fact. They have held a committee of the whole house on it. I think Nicholas was present too; and it has been decided that as I am very much given to idleness, bitter beer, and cigars, I ought not to be anywhere where these ingredients compose the chief part of existence. Now the Cape is precisely one of these places; and if you abstract the idleness, the bitter beer, and the tobacco, there is nothing left but a little Hottentotism, which is neither pleasant nor profitable. Voted, therefore, I am not to go to the Cape. It is much easier, however, to open the geography books, and show all the places I am unfit for, than to hit upon the one that will suit me. And so I am going up to Dublin to-morrow with Sir Brook to consult--I don"t well know whom, perhaps a fortune-teller--what "s to be done with me. All I do know is, I am to see my grandfather, and to wait on the Viceroy, and I don"t antic.i.p.ate that any of us will derive much pleasure from either event."

"Oh, Tom! what happiness it would be to me if grandpapa--" She stopped, blushed, and tried in vain to go on.

"Which is about the least likely thing in the world, Lucy," said he, answering her unspoken sentence. "I am just the sort of creature he could n"t abide,--not to add that, from all I have heard of him, I "d rather take three years with hard labor at the hulks than live with him.

It will do very well with you. You have patience, and a soft forgiving disposition. You "ll fancy yourself, besides, Heaven knows what of a heroine, for submitting to his atrocious temper, and imagine slavery to be martyrdom. Now, I could n"t. I "d let him understand that I was one of the family, and had a born right to be as ill-tempered, as selfish, and as unmannerly as any other Lendrick."

"But if he should like you, Tom? If you made a favorable impression upon him when you met?"

"If I should, I think I "d go over to South Carolina, and ask some one to buy me as a negro, for I "d know in my heart it was all I could be fit for."

"Oh, my dear, dear Tom, I wish you would meet him in a different spirit, if only for poor papa"s sake. You know what store he lays by grandpapa"s affection."

"I see it, and it puzzles me. If any one should continue to ill-treat me for five-and-twenty years, I "d not think of beginning to forgive him till after fifty more, and I "m not quite sure I "d succeed then."

"But you are to meet him, Tom," said she, hopefully. "I trust much to your meeting."

"That "s more than I do, Lucy. Indeed, I "d not go at all, except on the condition which I have made with myself, to accept nothing from him.

I had not meant to tell you this; but it has escaped me, and can"t be helped. Don"t hang your head and pout your lip over that bad boy, brother Tom. I intend to be as submissive and as humble in our interview as if I was going to owe my life to him, just because I want him to be very kind and gracious to you; and I "d not wish to give him any reason for saying harsh things of me, which would hurt you to listen to. If I only knew how--and I protest I do not--I"d even try and make a favorable impression upon him, for I "d like to be able to come and see you, Lucy, now and then, and it would be a sore blow to me if he forbade me."

"You don"t think I"d remain under his roof if he should do so?" asked she, indignantly.

"Not if you saw him turn me away,--shutting the door in my face; but what scores of civil ways there are of intimating that one is not welcome! But why imagine all these?--none of them may happen; and, as Sir Brook says, the worst misfortunes of life are those that never come to us; and I, for one, am determined to deal only with real, actual, present enemies. Is n"t he a rare old fellow?--don"t you like him, Lucy?"

"I like him greatly."

"He loves you, Lucy,--he told me so; he said you were so like a girl whose G.o.dfather he was, and that he had loved her as if she were his own. Whether she had died, or whether something had happened that estranged them, I could n"t make out; but he said you had raised up some old half-dead embers in his heart, and kindled a flame where he had thought all was to be cold forever; and the tears came into his eyes, and that great deep voice of his grew fainter and fainter, and something that sounded like a sob stopped him. I always knew he was a brave, stout-hearted, gallant fellow; but that he could feel like this I never imagined. I almost think it was some girl he was going to be married to once that you must be so like. Don"t you think so?" "I don"t know; I cannot even guess," said she, slowly. "It"s not exactly the sort of nature where one would expect to find much sentiment; but, as he said one day, some old hearts are like old chateaux, with strange old chambers in them that none have traversed for years and years, and with all the old furniture moth-eaten and crumbling, but standing just where it used to be. I "d not wonder if it was of himself he was speaking."

She remained silent and thoughtful, and he went on,--"There"s a deal of romance under that quaint stern exterior. What do you think he said this morning?--"Your father"s heart is wrapped up in this place, Tom; let us set to work to make money and buy it for him. "I did not believe he was serious, and I said some stupid nonsense about a diamond necklace and ear-rings for you on the day of presentation; and he turned upon me with a fierce look, and in a voice trembling with anger, said, "Well, sir, and whom would they become better? Is it her birth or her beauty would disparage them, if they were the jewels of a crown?" I know I "ll not cross another whim of his in the same fashion again; though he came to my room afterwards to make an apology for the tone in which he had spoken, and a.s.sured me it should never be repeated." "I hope you told him you had not felt offended." "I did more,--I did, at least, what pleased him more,--I said I was delighted with that plan of his about buying up the Nest, and that the very thought gave a zest to any pursuit I might engage in; and so, Lucy, it is settled between us that if his Excellency won"t make me something with a fine salary and large perquisites, Sir Brook and I are to set out I"m not very sure where, and we are to do I"m not quite certain what; but two such clever fellows, uniting experience with energy, can"t fail, and the double event--I mean the estate and the diamonds--are just as good as won already. Well, what do you want, Nicholas?" cried Tom, as the grim old man put his head inside the door and retired again, mumbling something as he went. "Oh, I remember it now; he has been tormenting the governor all day about getting him some place,--some situation or other; and the old rascal thinks we are the most ungrateful wretches under the sun, to be so full of our own affairs and so forgetful of his: we are certainly not likely to leave him unprovided for; he can"t imagine that. Here he comes again.

My father is gone into Killaloe, Nicholas; but don"t be uneasy, he "ll not forget you."

"Forgettin"s one thing, Master Tom, and rememberin"s the right way is another," said Nicholas, sternly. "I told him yesterday, and I repeated it to-day, I won"t go among them Hottentots."

"Has he asked you?"

"Did he ask me?" repeated the old man, leaning forward and eying him fiercely,--"did he ask me?"

"My brother means, Nicholas, that papa could n"t expect you to go so far away from your home and your friends."

"And where"s my home and my friends?" cried the irascible old fellow; "and I forty-eight years in the family? Is that the way to have a home or friends either?"

"No, Tom, no,--I entreat--I beg of you," said Lucy, standing between her brother and the old man, and placing her hand on Tom"s lips; "you know well that he can"t help it."

"That"s just it," cried Nicholas, catching the words; "I can"t help it.

I "m too old to help it. It is n"t after eight-and-forty years one ought to be looking out for new sarvice."

"Papa hopes that grandpapa will have no objection to taking you, Nicholas; he means to write about it to-day; but if there should be a difficulty, he has another place."

"Maybe I"m to "list and be a sodger; faix, it wouldn"t be much worse than going back to your grandfather."

"Why, you discontented old fool," burst in Tom, "have n"t you been teasing our souls out these ten years back by your stories of the fine life you led in the Chief Baron"s house?"

"The eatin" was better, and the drinkin" was better," said Nicholas, resolutely. "Wherever the devil it comes from, the small beer here bangs Banagher; but for the matter of temper he was one of yourselves! and by my sowl, it"s a family not easily matched!"

"I agree with you; any other man than my father would have pitched you neck and crop into the Shannon years ago,--I "ll be shot if I would n"t."

"Mind them words. What you said there is a threat; it"s what the law makes a constructive threat, and we "ll see what the Coorts say to it."

"I declare, Nicholas, you would provoke any one; you will let no one be your friend," said Lucy; and taking her brother"s arm she led him away, while the old man, watching them till they entered the shrubbery, seated himself leisurely in a deep arm-chair, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "By my conscience," muttered he, "it takes two years off my life every day I have to keep yez in order."

CHAPTER XV. MR. HAIRE"S MISSION.

Although the Chief Baron had a.s.sured Haire that his mission had no difficulty about it, that he "d find her Ladyship would receive him in a very courteous spirit, and, finally, that "he"d do the thing" admirably, the unhappy little lawyer approached his task with considerable misgivings, which culminated in actual terror as he knocked at the door of the house where Lady Lendrick resided in Merrion Square, and sent up his name.

"The ladies are still in committee, sir," said a bland-looking, usher-like personage, who, taking up Haire"s card from the salver, scanned the name with a half-supercilious look.

"In committee! ah, indeed, I was not aware," stammered out Haire. "I suspect--that is--I have reason to believe her Ladyship is aware--I mean my name is not unknown to Lady Lendrick--would you kindly present my card?"

"Take it up, Bates," said the man in black, and then turned away to address another person, for the hall was crowded with people of various conditions and ranks, and who showed in their air and manner a something of anxiety, if not of impatience.

"Mr. MacClean,--where"s Mr. MacClean?" cried a man in livery, as he held forth a square-shaped letter. "Is Mr. MacClean there?"

"Yes, I"m Mr. MacClean," said a red-faced, fussy-looking man. "I"m Mr.

George Henry MacClean, of 41 Mount Street."

"Two tickets for Mr. MacClean," said the usher, handing him the letter with a polite bow.

"Mr. Nolan, b.a.l.l.s Bridge,--does any one represent Mr. Nolan of b.a.l.l.s Bridge?" said the usher, haughtily.

"That "s me," said a short man, who wiped the perspiration from his face with a red-spotted handkerchief, as large as a small bed-quilt,--"that"s me."

"The references not satisfactory, Mr. Nolan," said the usher, reading from a paper in his hand.

"Not satisfactory?--what do you mean? Is Peter Arkins, Esquire, of Clontarf, unsatisfactory? Is Mr. Ryland, of Abbey Street, unsatisfactory?"

"I am really, sir, unable to afford you the explanation you desire. I am simply deputed by her Ladyship to return the reply that I find written here. The noise is really so great here I can hear nothing. Who are you asking for, Bates?"

"Mr. Mortimer O"Hagan."

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