'My lord went through the town this morning on his way to Loughrea fair; but the young ladies is at home; and you've only to send over a message, and say you'd like to see the place, and they'll be proud to show it to you.' 'Let us send our cards, with a line in pencil,' said Walpole, in a whisper to his friend.
'And there are young ladies there ?' asked Lockwood.
'Two born beauties; it's hard to say which is handsomest,' replied the host, overjoyed at the attraction his neighbourhood possessed.
'I suppose that will do ?' said Walpole, showing what he had written on his card.
'Yes, perfectly.' 'Despatch this at once.

I mean early to-morrow; and let your messenger ask if there be an answer.

How far is it off ?' 'A little over twelve miles, sir; but I've a mare in the stable will "rowle" ye over in an hour and a quarter.' 'All right.

We'll settle on everything after breakfast to-morrow.' And the landlord withdrew, leaving them once more alone.
'This means,' said Lockwood drearily, 'we shall have to pass a day in this wretched place.' 'It will take a day to dry our wet clothes; and, all things considered, one might be worse off than here.

Besides, I shall want to look over my notes.
I have done next to nothing, up to this time, about the Land Question.' 'I thought that the old fellow with the cow, the fellow I gave a cigar to, had made you up in your tenant-right affair,' said Lockwood.
'He gave me a great deal of very valuable information; he exposed some of the evils of tenancy at will as ably as I ever heard them treated, but he was occasionally hard on the landlord.' 'I suppose one word of truth never came out of his mouth!' 'On the contrary, real knowledge of Ireland is not to be acquired from newspapers; a man must see Ireland for himself--_see_ it,' repeated he, with strong emphasis.
'And then ?' 'And then, if he be a capable man, a reflecting man, a man in whom the perceptive power is joined to the social faculty--' 'Look here, Cecil, one hearer won't make a House: don't try it on speechifying to me.