in his trial, if it comes to that.
He won't get them unless the American minister to the court of St. James
insists upon it. Said minister, being a doughhead, will not insist. He
will even help to punish him. It will be your business to go up to
London and make Livingstone do his duty if you have to choke him black
in the face. If the American minister interferes in this case Lord
Constantine will be a power. If the said minister hangs back, or says,
hang the idiot, my Lord will not amount to a hill of beans."

"If it comes to a trial," said Arthur, "won't Ledwith get the same
chance as any other lawbreaker?"

Honora and Grahame looked at each other as much as to say: "Poor
innocent!"

"When there's a rising on, my dear boy, there is no trial for Irishmen.
Arrest means condemnation, and all that follows is only form. Go ahead
now and do your best."

Before lunch the telegrams had done their best and worst. The party was
free to go as they came with the exception of Ledwith. They had a merry
lunch, enlivened by a telegram from Lord Constantine, and by Folsom's
discomfiture. Then Grahame drove away to the ship, Arthur set out for
Dublin, and Honora was left alone with her dread and her sorrows, which
Captain Sydenham swore would be the shortest of her life.

CHAPTER XVI.

CASTLE MOYNA.

The Dillon party took possession of Castle Moyna, its mistress, and
Captain Sydenham, who had a fondness for Americans. Mona Everard owned
any human being who looked at her the second time, as the oriole catches
the eye with its color and then the heart with its song; and Louis had
the same magnetism in a lesser degree. Life at the castle was not of the
liveliest, but with the Captain's aid it became as rapid as the
neighboring gentry could have desired. Anne cared little, so that her
children had their triumph. Wrapped in her dreams of amethyst, the
exquisiteness of this new world kept her in ecstasy. Its smallest
details seemed priceless. She performed each function as if it were the
last of her life. While rebuffs were not lacking, she parried them
easily, and even the refusal of the parish priest to accept her aid in
his bazaar did not diminish the delight of her happy situation. She knew
the meaning of his refusal: she, an upstart, having got within the gates
of Castle Moyna by some servility, when her proper place was a _shebeen_
in Cruarig, offered him charity from a low motive. She felt a rebuke
from a priest as a