Flirtations that, under other circumstances, would demand the secrecy and solitude of a country green lane, or some garden bower, were here conducted in all the open effrontery of wax lights and lustres; looks were interchanged, hands were squeezed, and soft things whispered, and smiles returned; till the intoxication of "punch negus" and spiced port, gave way to the far greater one of bright looks and tender glances.

Quadrilles and country dances--waltzing there was none, (perhaps all for the best)--whist, backgammon, loo--unlimited for uproar--sandwiches, and warm liquors, employed us pretty briskly till supper was announced, when a grand squeeze took place on the stairs--the population tending thitherward with an eagerness that a previous starvation of twenty-four hours could alone justify.

Among this dense mass of moving muslin, velvet and broad-cloth, I found myself chaperoning an extremely tempting little damsel, with a pair of laughing blue eyes and dark eyelashes, who had been committed to my care and guidance for the passage.
"Miss Moriarty, Mr.Lorrequer," said an old lady in green and spangles, who I afterwards found was the lady mayoress.
"The nicest girl in the room," said a gentleman with a Tipperary accent, "and has a mighty nice place near Athlone." The hint was not lost upon me, and I speedily began to faire l'amiable to my charge; and before we reached the supper room, learned certain particulars of her history, which I have not yet forgot.

She was, it seems, sister to a lady then in the room, the wife of an attorney, who rejoiced in the pleasing and classical appellation of Mr.Mark Anthony Fitzpatrick; the aforesaid Mark Anthony being a tall, raw-boned, black-whiskered, ill-looking dog, that from time to time contrived to throw very uncomfortable looking glances at me and Mary Anne, for she was so named, the whole time of supper.

After a few minutes, however, I totally forgot him, and, indeed, every thing else, in the fascination of my fair companion.