followed by the thanks and blessings of the widow, her son, and
daughter, who could hardly make their way after him to the chaise-door,
so great was the crowd which had gathered on the report of his
lordship's arrival. 'Long life to your honour! Long life to your
lordship!' echoed on all sides. 'Just come, and going, are you?'

'Good-bye to you all, good people!'

'Then GOOD-BYE is the only word we wouldn't wish to hear from your
honour.'

'For the sake both of landlord and tenant, I must leave you now, my good
friends; but I hope to return to you at some future time.'

'God bless you! and speed ye! and a safe journey to your honour!--and a
happy return to us, and soon!' cried a multitude of voices.

Lord Colambre stopped at the chaise-door and beckoned to the widow
O'Neill, before whom others had pressed. An opening was made for her
instantly.

There! that was the very way his father stood with his feet on the
steps. And Miss Nugent was IN IT.'

Lord Colambre forgot what he was going to say--with some difficulty
recollected.

'This pocket-book,' said he, 'which your son restored to me--I intend
it for your daughter--don't keep it, as your son kept it for me, without
opening it. Let what is within-side,' added he, as he got into the
carriage, 'replace the cloak and gown, and let all things necessary
for a bride be bought; "for the bride that has all things to borrow has
surely mickle to do."--Shut the door, and drive on.'

'Blessings be WID you,' cried the widow, 'and God give you grace!'

CHAPTER XIII

Larry drove off at full gallop, and kept on at a good rate, till he got
out of the great gate, and beyond the sight of the crowd; then, pulling
up, he turned to Lord Colambre--'PLASE your honour, I did not know nor
guess ye was my lord, when I let you have the horses; did not know who
you was from Adam, I'll take my affidavit.'

'There's no occasion,' said Lord Colambre; 'I hope you don't repent
letting me have the horses, now you do know who I am?'

'Oh! not at all, sure; I'm as glad as the best horse I ever crossed,
that your honour is my lord--but I was only telling your honour, that
you might not be looking upon me as a TIME-SERVER.'

'I do not look upon you as a TIME-SERVER, Larry; but keep on, that time
may serve me.'

In two words, he explained his cause of haste; and no sooner explained
than understood. Larry thundered away through the town of Clonbrony,
bending over his horses, plying the