er
heart because he won't make an honest woman of her."

John caught his sister, whose agitation, was dreadful, and led her away;
making at the same time, a signal to Harman to remain quiet until his
return--a difficult task, and. Harman felt it so. In the meantime, the.
following appendix was added to the dialogue already detailed--

"Why do you hould such talk under this, roof, Leeper?" asked a third
voice.

The only reply given to this very natural query was a subdued cackle,
evidently proceeding from the two first speakers.

"Do you both see that strong horse-pistol," said the third voice--for in
those days; an Execution was almost always levied by armed men--"by the
Bible of truth, if I hear another word of such conversation from any
man here while we're under this roof, I'll sink the butt of it into his
skull! It's bad enough that we're here on an unpleasant duty--"

"Unpleasant! speak for yourself."

"Silence, you ruffian--on an unpleasant-duty; but that's no reason that
we should grieve the hearts and insult the feelings of a respectable
family like this. The truth, or rather the blasted falsehood that was
put out on the young lady is now known almost everywhere, for Poll
Doolin has let out the truth.

"But didn't Misther Phil desire us to say it, so as that they might hear
us."

"Mr. Phil's a cowardly scoundrel, and nothing else; but, mark me, Phil
or no Phil, keep your teeth shut on that subject."

"Just as much or as little of that as we like, if you please, Mr. ----."

"Very well, you know my mind--so take the consequences, that's all."

"Here goes then," said the ruffian, speaking in a deliberately loud
voice, "it's well known that Miss M'Loughlin is Misther Phil's----"

A heavy blow, followed by a crash on the floor--a brief conflict as if
with another person, another blow, and another crash followed. Harman,
in a state of feeling which our readers may imagine, but which we cannot
describe, pushed in the door, which, in fact, was partially open.

"What, what is this?" he asked, pretending ignorance, "is it fighting
among yourselves you are? Fie, fie! Gordon Harvey, what is the matter?"

"Only a little quarrel of our own, Mr. Harman," replied the excellent
fellow. "The truth is, sir, that these men--ay, gather yourselves up,
do; you ought to have known Gordon Harvey's blow, for you have often
enough heard of it before now; there is no great mistake about that,
you scoundrels--the truth is, M