Captain Fagan sat smiling; and I looked on as cold as a stone.

I thought the dinner would choke me: but I was determined to put a good face on it, and when the cloth was drawn, filled my glass with the rest; and we drank the King and the Church, as gentlemen should.

My uncle was in high good-humour, and especially always joking with Nora and the Captain.

It was, 'Nora, divide that merry-thought with the Captain! see who'll be married first.' 'Jack Quin, my dear boy, never mind a clean glass for the claret, we're short of crystal at Castle Brady; take Nora's and the wine will taste none the worse;' and so on.

He was in the highest glee,--I did not know why.