Be that as it may, I again beg to assure you that your life stood in no risk." "I don't understand you, Sir Robert.

You're a perfect oracle; by the great Deliverer from Pope and Popery, wooden shoes, and so forth, only that Reilly made his appearance at that moment I was a dead man." "Not the slightest danger, Mr.Folliard.I am aware of that, and of the whole Jesuitical plot from the beginning, base, ingenious, but diabolical as it was." The squire rose up and looked at him for a minute, without speaking, then sat down again, and, a second time, was partially up, but resumed his seat.
"A plot!" he exclaimed; "a plot, Sir Robert! What plot ?" "A plot, Mr.Folliard, for the purpose of creating an opportunity to make your acquaintance, and of ingratiating himself into the good graces and affections of your lovely daughter; a plot for the purpose of marrying her." The Squire seemed for a moment thunderstruck, but in a little time he recovered.

"Marrying her!" he exclaimed; "that, you know, could not be done, unless he turned Protestant." It was now time for the baronet to feel thunderstricken.
"He turn Protestant! I don't understand you, Mr.Folliard.Could any change on Reilly's part involve such a probability as a marriage between him and your daughter ?" "I can't believe it was a plot, Sir Robert," said the squire, shifting the question, "nor I won't believe it.

There was too much truth and sincerity in his conduct.

And, what is more, my house would have been attacked last night; I myself robbed and murdered, and my daughter-my child, carried off, only for him.