Try the garden, and if you don't find her there, go to the back gate, which you'll be apt to find open." "Oh, I will, I will; thank you, cook.

I'm certain it's an elopement." "Indeed, I wouldn't be surprised to find," replied Lanigan, "that she is with Reilly this moment; any way you haven't a minute to lose." She started towards the garden, which she ran over and over; and there we shall leave her, executing the fool's errand upon which Lanigan had sent her.

"Now," said he, going in, "the coast's clear; I have sent that impertinent jade out to the garden, and as the back gate is open--the gardener's men are wheeling out the rubbish--and they are now at dinner--I say, as the back gate is open, it's ten to one but she'll scour the country.

Now, Miss Folliard, go immediately to your room; as for this poor man, I will take care of him." "Most sincerely do I thank you, Lanigan; he will arrange with you when and where to see me again.

Farewell, Reilly--farewell; rely upon my constancy;" and so they parted, Reilly to the kitchen, and the _Cooleen Bawn_ to her own room.
"Come into the pantry, poor man," said good-natured Lanigan, addressing our hero, "till I give you' something to eat and drink." "Many thanks to you, sir," replied he; "troth and whaix, I didn't taste a morshel for the last fwhour--hugh--hugh-and twenty hours; and sure, sir, it's this cough that's killin' me by inches." A thought struck Lanigan, who had been also spoken to by the gardener, about half an hour before, to know if he could tell him where he might have any chance of finding an assistant.