Her blood rushed to her face and temples; her hands tingled; she closed her eyes, and when she opened them, there stood the accursed Nicholas glowering at her still.
"Man--man!" said she at length; "what do you mean, what do you want here ?" Poor Nicholas, little guessing that the question was intended to throw a doubt upon her acquaintance with him, and conceiving that the hour for the announcement had come, hesitated for an instant how he should designate the conveyance.

He could not call it a coach! It certainly was not a buggy--neither was it a jaunting car--what should he say--he looked earnestly, and even imploringly at his mistress, as if to convey some sense of his difficulty, and then, as it were, catching a sudden inspiration, winked once more--as he said:-- "Miss Betty--the--the--the--," and here he looked indescribably droll; "the thing, you know, is at the door." All his Lordship's politeness was too little for the occasion, and Miss O'Dowd's tenantry were lost to the Callonby interest for ever..