get this,
Jeanie."

"I winna forget," said she; and courtesying again, closed the door. Sir
Arthur rode slowly back to report that his embassy had failed.

CHAPTER IV. SOME NEW ARRIVALS

Day after day went over, and no tidings of Maitland. When the post came
in of a morning, and no letter in his hand appeared, Mark's impatience
was too perceptible to make any comment for his sisters either safe or
prudent. Nor was it till nigh a week passed over that he himself said,
"I wonder what has become of Maitland? I hope he's not ill." None
followed up the theme, and it dropped. The expected guests began to
drop in soon after, and, except by Mark himself, Mr. Norman Maitland
was totally forgotten. The visitors were for the most part squires,
and their wives and families; solid, well-to-do gentlemen, whose chief
objects in life were green crops and the poor-law. Their talk was
either of mangold or guano, swedes or the union, just as their sons'
conversation ranged over dogs, horses, meets, and covers; and the ladies
disported in toilette, and such details of the Castle drawing-rooms as
the Dublin papers afforded. There were Mr. and Mrs. Warren, with two
daughters and a son; and the Hunters, with two sons and a daughter.
There were Colonel Hoyle and Mrs. Hoyle, from regimental head-quarters,
Belfast; and Groves Bulkney, the member for the county, who had come
over, in the fear of an approaching dissolution of Parliament, to have
a look at his constituents. He was a Tory, who always voted with the
Whigs; a sort of politician in great favor with the North of Ireland,
and usually supposed to have much influence with both parties. There
were Masseys from Tipperary, and M'Clintocks from Louth; and, lastly,
herald of their approach, three large coffin-shaped trunks, undeniably
of sea-origin, with the words "Cap. Gambier Graham, R.N.," marked on
them, which arrived by a carrier, with three gun-cases and an immense
array of fishing-tackle, gaffs, and nets.

"So I see those odious Grahams are coming," said Mark, ill-humoredly,
as he met his elder sister in the hall. "I declare, if it were not that
Maitland might chance to arrive in my absence, I 'd set off this very
morning."

"I assure you, Mark, you are all wrong; the girls are no favorites of
mine; but looking to the staple of our other guests, the Grahams are
perfect boons from Heaven. The Warrens, with their infant school, and
Mrs. Maxwell, with her quarrel with the bishop,