She's now in her own room, quite ill." "Oh, then, if she's quite ill, it's right that her father should know it, in ordher that a docther may be sent for." "Ah, but she's now asleep, Cummiskey--that sleep may set her to rights; she may waken quite recovered; but you know it might be dangerous to disturb her." "Ah, I believe you," he replied, dissembling; for he saw at once, by Connor's agitated manner, that every word she uttered was a lie; "the sleep will be good for her, the darlin'; but take care of her, Connor, for the masther's sake; for what would become of him if any thing happened her?
You know that if she died he wouldn't live a week." "That's true, indeed," she replied; "and if she get's worse, Cummiskey, I'll let the master know." "That's a good girl; ma gragal that you! war--good-by, acushla," and he immediately! returned to his own room, after having observed that Connor went down to the kitchen.
"Now, Mr.Malcomson," said he, "there is a good fire before you.

I ax your pardon--just sit in the light of it for a minute or so; I want this candle." "'Am sayin', Andy, gin ye haud awa to the kitchen, it wadna be a crime to send up anither tankard o' that yill." To this the other made no reply, but walked out of the room, and very deliberately proceeded to that of Helen.

The door was open, the bed unslept upon, the window-curtains undrawn; in fact, the room was tenantless, Connor a liar and an accomplice, and the suspicions of himself and Malcomson well founded.

He then followed Connor to the kitchen; but she too had disappeared, or at least hid herself from him.
He then desired the other female servants to ascertain whether Miss Folliard was within or not, giving it as his opinion that she had eloped with Willy Reilly.

The uproar then commenced, the house was searched, but no _Cooleen Bawn_ was found.