ortshandon."

"And do they think they'll make it better by calling it Castello?"
said he, as with a contemptuous gesture he threw from him one of the
newspapers with this address. "If they want to think they 're in Italy
they ought to come down here in November with the Channel fogs sweeping
up through the mountains, and the wind beating the rain against the
windows. I hope they'll think they're in Naples. Why can't they call the
place by the name we all know it by? It was Bishop's Folly when I was a
boy, and it will be Bishop's Folly after I 'm dead."

"I suppose people can call their house whatever they like? Nobody
objects to your calling your place Craufurd's Lea."

"I'd like to see them object to it," cried he, fiercely. "It's
Craufurd's Lea in Digge's 'Survey of Down,' 1714. It's Craufurd's Lea
in the 'Anthologia Hibernica,' and it's down, too, in Joyce's 'Irish
Fisheries;' and we were Craufurds of Craufurd's Lea before one stone of
that big barrack up there was laid, and maybe we 'll be so after it's a
ruin again."

"I hope it's not going to be a ruin any more, Captain Craufurd, all
the same," said the postmistress, tartly, for she was not disposed to
undervalue the increased importance the neighborhood was about to derive
from the rich family coming to live in it.

"Well, there's one thing I can tell you, Mrs. Bayley," said he, with his
usual grin. "The devil a bit of Ireland they 'd ever come to, if they
could live in England. Mind my words, and see if they 'll not come true.
It's either the bank is in a bad way, or this or that company is going
to smash, or it's his wife has run away, or one of the daughters married
the footman;--something or other has happened, you 'll see, or we would
never have the honor of their distinguished company down here."

"It's a bad wind blows nobody good," said Mrs. Bayley. "It's luck for
us, anyhow."

"I don't perceive the luck of it either, ma'am," said the Captain, with
increased peevishness. "Chickens will be eighteenpence a couple, eggs a
halfpenny apiece. I 'd like to know what you'll pay for a codfish, such
as I bought yesterday for fourpence?"

"It's better for them that has to sell them."

"Ay, but I'm talking of them that has to buy them, ma'am, and I'm
thinking how a born gentleman with a fixed income is to compete with one
of these fellows that gets his gold from California at market price, and
makes more out of one morning's robbery on the Stock Exchange, t