Mrs. Geoffrey

h brown eyes full of love, on a chair close by. "And it will be something new to go to Ireland, at all events. It is rather out of the running these times, so probably will prove in

which are gray as Geoffrey's own. "They always kill people, with things they call pi

ot, if all one hears is true," say

really going

, re

part of

Bantry; you have h

ettishly, who is rather annoyed at the idea of his g

reland," he goes on, after a slight but dignified pause. "You have heard of the Emerald Isle, I suppose? It's the country where they

doubtful

own actual property-is called Coolnagurtheen

ays Lad

nagur

believe it. I don't think if I lived forever I should be able to p

come back," says Geo

e was buying land in some uninhabitable place. There was that farm in Wallachia,-your cousin Jane nearly died of chagrin when she found it was left to her, and t

y woman I ever met," says Geoffrey,-the hesitation being full of fil

ome with Nichols and me to the Nugents. The

be a more appropriate ter

ng a deaf ear to his muttered interruption, "and I don'

true," says Geoffrey, with a grin,-"to say nothing of the partridge and grouse. Besides

ect, of course I have nothing more to say. But

scheme wouldn't suit at all. That girl of the Cheviots is sure to be there,-yo

have me believe you

r since last New Year's Day, when some kind fellow told me it was leap-year. You know I never yet said 'No' to any on

gold, too," says Lad

frey, feelingly; and then he falls to whistling the "Two

nd to banish yourself

day it was the dream of your life to see me in Parliament, now that 'Old Dick' has decided on le

knocks him up, and he is too impressionable

I not adopt the Irish? Consider the case as it stands: I go and see them; I come home, raving about them and their wretched condition, their cruel landlords, their noble endurance, mag

l events," says her mother, pla

ather a jolly sort of little pl

erhaps after all we should consider Ireland the end and aim of all thin

ter, however trivial. As I am going to Ireland, you

his tiresome journey. It may do you good. You will at

pite of your forebodings, I shall enjoy myself down to

nhappy than I am. We are uncomfortable enough without that. You know

othing nowadays if not eccentric. Well," moving towards the door, with the fox-terrier at his heels,

od," murmurs Lady Rodney, who ha

says Geoffrey, with

any," repeat