n; you cannot raise your eye upon me, and neither
could he. Mary," he proceeded, addressing his daughter, "how did this
treacherous scoundrel get into your room? tell the truth--but that I
need not add, for I know you will."

His daughter had been standing for some time in a posture that betrayed
neither terror nor apprehension. Raised to her full height, she looked
upon M'Clutchy and his men alternately, but principally upon himself,
with a smile which in truth was fearful. Her eyes brightened into clear
and perfect fire, the roundness of her beautiful arm was distended
by the coming forth of its muscles--her lips became firm--her cheek
heightened in color--and her temples were little less than scarlet.
There she stood, a concentration of scorn, contempt, and hatred the
most intense, pouring upon the dastardly villain an unbroken stream of
withering fury, that was enough to drive back his cowardly soul into the
deepest and blackest recesses of its own satanic baseness. Her father,
in fact, was obliged to address her twice, before he could arrest her
attention; for such was the measureless indignation which her eye poured
upon him, that she could scarcely look upon any other object.

"My child, did you hear me?" said her father. "How did this heartless
and down-looking scoundrel get into your apartment?"

She looked quickly upon her father's features--

"How?" said she; "how but by treachery, falsehood, and fraud! Is he not
Val M'Clutchy's son, my dear father?"

Her brothers had not yet uttered a syllable, but stood like their sister
with flushed cheeks and burning indignation in their eyes. On hearing
what their sister had just said, however, as if they had all been
moved by the same impulse, thought, or determination--as in truth they
were--their countenances became pale as death--they looked at each
other significantly--then at Phil--and they appeared very calm, as
if relieved--satisfied; but the expression of the eye darkened into a
meaning that was dreadful to look upon.

"That is enough, my child," replied her father; "I suppose, my friends,
you are now satisfied--."

"Yes, by h--l," shouted Burke, "we are now satisfied."

Irwin had him again by the neck--"Silence," said he, "or, as heaven's
above mo, I'll drive your brainless skull in with the butt of my
pistol."

"You are satisfied," continued M'Loughlin, "that there are no arms here.
I hope you will now withdraw. As for you, treacherous and cowardly s