The House by the Church-Yard

h his legs apart and his arms stuffed straight into his coat pockets, his back to the fire-place, with his chest thrown daringly out, sniffing the air in a state of high tension, and as li

o hard enough with Puddock and O’Flaherty, as the matter stands; but, by Jove! if any o

’t you?’ as

t I can’t — I’ve refused too often; besides, you’ll want me professionally, you know; for Sturk must attend that Royal Hospital enquiry tomorrow

utter, with dry ferocity,

e done capitally, if he

not,’ rema

e up to Devereux, in a coaxing u

!’ ejaculat

‘remember, it’s just eleven o’clock. He’s no grea

at, with a shrug, and the least little bit of a sat

O’Flaherty, come from?’ said Cluffe,

smile, for he was himself of that province and w

‘but, by Jupiter! I never saw so-mere a Teague; an

he fastened on Mr. Nutter,’ obse

with an oath, leering at his own shoebuckle,

em,’ said the sly, quiet major; ‘for the general, you are aware, has expressed a strong opinion about suc

here, he’ll make the service very pleasant,’ resumed Cluffe, who, though a brisk young fellow of eight-and-

done with it,’

entleman home to Conn

e,’ said Nutter, in allusion to the Lo

d Gipsy Devereux, in quest of a squire for the good knight who stood panting for battl

aid Devereux, approaching the hall

e sash: ‘we must not make a noise — the house

ot having got the range, he shied it all

e town I’d have — but no matter:’ and up went a pebble, better directed, for this time it went right

,’ said Devereux, ‘y

s glass — it’s as thin a

d making a speaking trumpet of his hands, as the wild head of th

e down, d’ye hear

ured Loftus vacantly, and knocking his head smartly on the top of the window frame, in recove

ed, the hall door opened wide — and indeed was left so — while our friend Loftus, in a wonderful tattered old silk coat, that looked quite indescribable by moonlight, the torn linings hanging down in loops inside the skirts, pale and discoloured, like the shreds of banners in a cathedral; his shirt loose at the neck, his breeches

oth hands, and all his fingers extended, to the windows of the sleeping townsfolk, and making horrible grimaces, shrugs, and ogles. But the young gentleman was not in the habit of denying himself innocent indulgences, and shaking himself loose of Toole, he walked down the dark side of the street in

eath, as the little doctor, looking very red and

be sure. I’d like to know what the pl

bearer refuses to act

oole, in deep disgust; ‘and — and — och! hang it! it’s all a confounded pack o’ nonsense. Sir, if you could not ke

ave shot himself or Nutter, to a certainty. But there’s a chance

ilors and green-grocers,’

, however,’ answered Devereux; and by this ti

ightingale Club is there, is it not?’ g

say that,’ said Larry, with a w

serious now; so just say if there’s any of the gentlemen th

e wink — looked down at the flo

ur ago, you see, it was different — the only gentleman I’d take on myself

usiness?’ a

p a shop?’ s

reat man in the chandler

the thing we want,

, that don’t keep shops,’ said

ns!’ sa

ay their

ning, Mr. Doolan, of Stonnybatt

e, under his breath, to D

Dr. Toole, you know, of this town, with many compliment

is coach insensible jist when Mr. Crozier of Christ Church began, “Come Rog

s Devereux; ‘well, Toole,

eave poor Nutter in the lurch; and between ourselves, that O’Flaher

must go — we’ll take one of

of Dublin and the country round, which has since given place to th

ain. But without their help, the matter was arranging itself,