As for Jane, she was the natural prey of a threadbare poet.

Mrs.Lackstraw heard of Mr.Patrick O'Donnell, and demanded the right to inspect him.

She doubted such perfect disinterestedness in any young man as that he should slave at account-keeping to that Laundry without a prospect of rich remuneration, and the tale of his going down to the city for a couple of hours each day to learn the art of keeping books was of very dubious import in a cousin of Captain Con O'Donnell.

'Let me see your prodigy,' she said, with the emphasis on each word.

Patrick was presented at her table.