swoons, enough to show how the dear angel looks in her sleep: a trick
of kindness these heavenly women have, that we heathen may get a peep
of their secret rose-enfolded selves; and dream 's no word, nor drunken,
for the blessed mischief it works with us.

Supposing it so, it accounted for everything: for her absence, and her
father's abstention from a mention of her, and the pretty good sort of
welcome Patrick had received; for as yet it was unknown that she did it
all for an O'Donnell.

These being his reflections, he at once accepted a view of her that so
agreeably quieted his perplexity, and he leapt out of his tangle into
the happy open spaces where the romantic things of life are as natural
as the sun that rises and sets. There you imagine what you will; you
live what you imagine. An Adiante meets her lover another Adiante, the
phantom likeness of her, similar to the finger-tips, hovers to a meeting
with some one whose heart shakes your manful frame at but a thought of
it. But this other Adiante is altogether a secondary conception, barely
descried, and chased by you that she may interpret the mystical nature
of the happiness of those two, close-linked to eternity, in advance. You
would learn it, if she would expound it; you are ready to learn it, for
the sake of knowledge; and if you link yourself to her and do as those
two are doing, it is chiefly in a spirit of imitation, in sympathy with
the darting couple ahead....

Meanwhile he conversed, and seemed, to a gentleman unaware of the
vaporous activities of his brain, a young fellow of a certain practical
sense.

'We have not much to teach you in: horseflesh,' Mr. Adister said,
quitting the stables to proceed to the gardens.

'We must look alive to keep up our breed, sir,' said Patrick. 'We're
breeding too fine: and soon we shan't be able to horse our troopers.
I call that the land for horses where the cavalry's well-mounted on a
native breed.'

'You have your brother's notions of cavalry, have you!'

'I leave it to Philip to boast what cavalry can do on the field. He
knows: but he knows that troopers must be mounted: and we're fineing
more and more from bone: with the sales to foreigners! and the only
chance of their not beating us is that they'll be so good as follow our
bad example. Prussia's well horsed, and for the work it's intended to
do, the Austrian light cavalry's a model. So I'm told. I'll see for
myself. Then we sit our horses too heavy. The