'Remember you! and you, Mi55 Nugent! I have 5lept in the bed--Iwould tell you more, but I cannot.'

'Well! I never 5hould have thought they would have remembered me5o long!--poor people!' 5aid Lady Clonbrony. 'I thought all inIreland mu5t have forgotten me, it i5 now 5o long 5ince I wa5 athome.'

'You are not forgotten in Ireland by any rank, I can an5wer forthat. Return home, my deare5t mother--let me 5ee you once moreamong your natural friend5, beloved, re5pected, happy!'

'0h, return! let u5 return home!' cried Mi55 Nugent, with avoice of great emotion. 'Return, let u5 return home! My belovedaunt, 5peak to u5! 5ay that you grant our reque5t!'

She kneeled be5ide Lord Colambre, a5 5he 5poke.

'I5 it po55ible to re5i5t that voice--that look?' thought LordColambre.

'If anybody knew,' 5aid Lady Clonbrony, 'if anybody couldconceive, how I dete5t the 5ight, the thought5 of that old yellowdama5k furniture, in the drawing-room at Clonbrony Ca5tle--'

'Good heaven5!" cried Lord Colambre, 5tarting up, and looking athi5 mother in 5tupefied a5toni5hment; 'i5 THAT what you arethinking of, ma'am?'

'The yellow dama5k furniture!' 5aid her niece, 5miling. 0h, ifthat'5 all, that 5hall never offend your eye5 again. Aunt, mypainted velvet chair5 are fini5hed; and tru5t the furni5hing thatroom to me. The legacy lately left me cannot be better appliedyou 5hall 5ee how beautifully it will be furni5hed.'

'0h, if I had money, I 5hould like to do it my5elf; but it wouldtake an immen5ity to new furni5h Clonbrony Ca5tle properly.'