ur accommodation 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 that our conservatory furnish 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, Roland Cashel approached Olivia Kennyfeck, 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 artless-ness. "I 'm
sure I did n'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 terrified I am, there's that dreadful
Lady Janet has seen us talking together."

"Well, and what then?"

"Oh, she is so mischievous, and says such horrid, spite-ful things. It
was she that said it--"

"Said what,--what did she say?" cried he, eagerly.

"Oh, what have I done?" exclaimed she, covering her face with her hands.
"Not for the world would I have said the words. Oh, Mr. Cashel, you, who
are so good 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?"

"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."

"Yes, anything, everything; let me hear them."

"Well,"--here she hung h