"Here they come," said I, "only look at them--four horses and one postillion, all apparently straggling and straying after their own fancy, but yet going surprisingly straight notwithstanding.

See how they come through that narrow archway--it might puzzle the best four-in-hand in England to do it better." "What a handsome young man, if he had not those odious moustaches.

Why, Mr.Lorrequer, he knows you: see, he is bowing to you." "Me! Oh! no.

Why, surely, it must be--the devil--it is Kilkee, Lady Jane's brother.

I know his temper well.