Are you?
Quite professional, I'll be bound." "Oh, sir! Oh, madam! I beseech you, save me from the anger of my relatives, and the disgrace of exposure.

Pray bring me back at once." "Why, my God! ma'am, what do you mean?
You are not gone mad, as well as my wife." "Really, Mr.Fitz." said Mrs.F."this is carrying the joke too far.
Take your unfortunate victim--as I suppose she is such--home to her parents, and prepare to accompany me to the barrack; and if there be law and justice in--" "Well! may the Lord in his mercy preserve my senses, or you will both drive me clean mad." "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" sobbed the young lady, while Mrs.Fitzgerald continued to upbraid at the top of her voice, heedless of the disclaimers and protestations of innocence poured out with the eloquence of despair, by the poor doctor.

Matters were in this state, when a man dressed in a fustian jacket, like a groom, drove up to the side of the road, in a tax-cart; he immediately got down, and tearing open the door of the doctor's chaise, lifted out the young lady, and deposited her safely in his own conveyance, merely adding-- "I say, master, you're in luck this morning, that Mr.William took the lower road; for if he had come up with you instead of me, he'd blow the roof off your scull, that's all." While these highly satisfactory words were being addressed to poor Fitz.
Mrs.Fitzgerald had removed from her carriage to that of her husband, perhaps preferring four horses to two; or perhaps she had still some unexplained views of the transaction, which might as well be told on the road homeward.
Whatever might have been the nature of Mrs.F.'s dissertation, nothing is known.

The chaise containing these turtle doves arrived late at night at Kilkenny, and Fitz.

was installed safely in his quarters before any one knew of his having come back.