Annoyed and in ill-temper, I ate my breakfast in silence, and resolved that the first moment I could obtain a hearing from Mr.Blake I would open my negotiation, and take my leave at once of Gurt-na-Morra.
We all assembled in a large room, called by courtesy the library, when breakfast was over; and then it was that Mr.Blake, taking me aside, whispered, "Charley, it's right I should inform you that Sir George Dashwood there is the Commander of the Forces, and is come down here at this moment to--" What for, or how it should concern me, I was not to learn; for at that critical instant my informant's attention was called off by Captain Hammersley asking if the hounds were to hunt that day.
"My friend Charley here is the best authority upon that matter," said Mr.
Blake, turning towards me.
"They are to try the Priest's meadows," said I, with an air of some importance; "but if your guests desire a day's sport, I'll send word over to Brackely to bring the dogs over here, and we are sure to find a fox in your cover." "Oh, then, by all means," said the captain, turning towards Mr.Blake, and addressing himself to him,--"by all means; and Miss Dashwood, I'm sure, would like to see the hounds throw off." Whatever chagrin the first part of his speech caused me, the latter set my heart a-throbbing; and I hastened from the room to despatch a messenger to the huntsman to come over to Gurt-na-Morra, and also another to O'Malley Castle to bring my best horse and my riding equipments as quickly as possible.
"Matthew, who is this captain ?" said I, as young Blake met me in the hall.
"Oh, he is the aide-de-camp of General Dashwood.

A nice fellow, isn't he ?" "I don't know what you may think," said I, "but I take him for the most impertinent, impudent, supercilious--" The rest of my civil speech was cut short by the appearance of the very individual in question, who, with his hands in his pockets and a cigar in his mouth, sauntered forth down the steps, taking no more notice of Matthew Blake and myself than the two fox-terriers that followed at his heels.
However anxious I might be to open negotiations on the subject of my mission, for the present the thing was impossible; for I found that Sir George Dashwood was closeted closely with Mr.Blake, and resolved to wait till evening, when chance might afford me the opportunity I desired.
As the ladies had retired to dress for the hunt, and as I felt no peculiar desire to ally myself with the unsocial captain, I accompanied Matthew to the stable to look after the cattle, and make preparations for the coming sport.
"There's Captain Hammersley's mare," said Matthew, as he pointed out a highly bred but powerful English hunter.

"She came last night; for as he expected some sport, he sent his horses from Dublin on purpose.

The others will be here to-day." "What is his regiment ?" said I, with an appearance of carelessness, but in reality feeling curious to know if the captain was a cavalry or infantry officer.
"The -- th Light Dragoons," "You never saw him ride ?" said I.
"Never; but his groom there says he leads the way in his own country." "And where may that be ?" "In Leicestershire, no less," said Matthew.
"Does he know Galway ?" "Never was in it before.

It's only this minute he asked Moses Daly if the ox-fences were high here." "Ox-fences! Then he does not know what a wall is ?" "Devil a bit; but we'll teach him." "That we will," said I, with as bitter a resolution to impart the instruction as ever schoolmaster did to whip Latin grammar into one of the great unbreeched.
"But I had better send the horses down to the Mill," said Matthew; "we'll draw that cover first." So saying, he turned towards the stable, while I sauntered alone towards the road by which I expected the huntsman.