CHAPTER XII.
GREENANE HOUSE, THOMASTOWN, _March 5th._--The breakfast-room at Borris this morning was gay with pink coats.

A meet was to come off at a place between Borris and Thomastown, and bidding fare-well to my cordial host and hostess, I set out at 11 o'clock for a flying visit to this quaint and charming house of Mr.Seigne, one of the best known and most highly esteemed agents in this part of Ireland.
My jarvey from Borris had an unusually neat and well-balanced car.

When I praised it he told me it was "built by an American," not an Irish American, I understood him to say, but a genuine Yankee, who, for some mysterious reason, has established himself in this region, where he has prospered as a cart and car builder ever since.

"Just the best cars in all Ireland he builds, your honour!" Why don't he naturalise them in America?
All the way was charming, the day very bright, and even warm, and the hill scenery picturesque at every turn.

We looked out sharply for the hunt, but in vain.