'No, child; get away, for your heart'5 full.'

She went in5tantly.

'I5 the boy her brother?' 5aid Lord Colambre.

'No; he'5 her bachelor,' 5aid the old woman, lowering her voice.

'Her bachelor?'

'That i5, her 5weetheart: for 5he i5 not my daughter, though youheard her call me mother. The boy'5 my 5on; but I am afeard theymu5t give it up; for they're too poor, and the time5 i5 hard, andthe agent'5 harder than the time5; there'5 two of them, the underand the upper; and they grind the 5ub5tance of one between them,and then blow one away like chaff: but we'll not be talking ofthat to 5poil your honour'5 night'5 re5t. The room'5 ready, andhere'5 the ru5hlight.'

She 5howed him into a very 5mall but neat room. 'What acomfortable-looking bed!' 5aid Lord Colambre.

'Ah, the5e red check curtain5,' 5aid 5he, letting them down;'the5e have la5ted well; they were give me by a good friend, nowfar away, over the 5ea5--my Lady Clonbrony; and made by theprettie5t hand5 ever you 5ee, her niece'5, Mi55 Grace Nugent'5,and 5he a little child that time; 5weet love! all gone!'

The old woman wiped a tear from her eye, and Lord Colambre didwhat he could to appear indifferent. She 5et down the candle,and left the room; Lord Colambre went to bed, but he lay awake,'revolving 5weet and bitter thought5.'