ieutenant is to assist the material and intellectual advancement
of Ireland. He's always getting opportunities of opening technical
schools and industrial shows of one sort or another. They've quite
ceased to attract him. But we're displaying an entirely new spirit. By
erecting a public statue in a town like this we are showing that we've
arrived at an advanced stage of culture. There isn't another potty
little one-horse town in Ireland that has ever shown the slightest
desire to set up a great and elevating work of art in its midst. You may
not appreciate that aspect of the matter, Doyle, but----"

"If I was to give my opinion," said Doyle, "I'd say that statues was
foolishness."

"Exactly. But the Lord-Lieutenant, when he gets our invitation will give
you credit for much finer feeling. Besides he'll see that we've been
studying up our past history. The name of General John Regan will mean a
great deal to him although it conveys very little to you."

"It's what Thady Gallagher is always asking," said Doyle, "who was the
General?"

"Gallagher ought to know," said Dr. O'Grady, "and I've told him so."

"He does not know then. Nor I don't believe Father McCormack does. Nor
I don't know myself. Not that it would trouble me if there never was
a General, only that you have Mary Ellen's head turned with the notion
that she'll be coming into a big fortune one of these days----"

"Is she not doing her work?" said Dr. O'Grady.

"Devil the tap she's done these two days, but what she couldn't help.
Not that that bothers me, for it's nothing strange. She never was one
for doing much unless you stood over her and drove her into it. But what
has annoyed me is the way Constable Moriarty is never out of the kitchen
or the back yard. He was after her before, but he's fifty times worse
since he heard the talk about her being the niece of the General.
Besides the notion he has that young Kerrigan wants her, which has made
him wild."

"Moriarty ought to have more sense," said Dr. O'Grady.

"He ought," said Doyle, "but he hasn't. The tunes he whistles round the
house would drive you demented if so be that you listened to them; but I
needn't tell you I don't do that."

"You'll have to put up with it," said Dr. O'Grady. "It won't be for
very long, and you needn't mind what Mary Ellen neglects so long as she
attends properly on Mr. Billing."

"She'll attend him right enough," said Doyle. "Since ever she got the
notion that he was g