However, there's a good time comin', plaise God--so now, Paudeen, behave yourself, can't you, and don't be vexin' the masther." "Pat," said the stranger, feeling that the best way to put an end to this most painful conversation was to start a fresh topic, "will you send for Fenton, and say I wish to see him ?" "Fenton, sir!--why, poor Mr.Fenton has been missed out of the town and neighborhood ever since the night you and Miss Gour--I beg pardon--" "Upon my soul, Paudeen," said Dandy, "I'll knock you down if you say that agin now, afther what the masther an' I said to you.

Hang it, can't you have discretion, and keep your tongue widin your teeth, on this business at any rate ?" "Is not Fenton in town ?" asked the stranger.
"No, sir; he has neither been seen nor heard of since that night, and the people's beginin' to wonder what has become of him." Here was a disappointment; just at the moment when he had determined, by seizing upon Fenton, with a view to claim him as the son of the late Sir Edward Gourlay, and the legitimate heir of Red Hall, in order, if it were legally possible, to bring about an investigation into the justice of those claims, it turned out that, as if in anticipation of his designs, the young man either voluntarily disappeared, or else was spirited forcibly away.

How to act now he felt himself completely at a loss, but as two heads he knew were better than one, he resolved to see Father M'Mahon, and ask his opinion and advice upon this strange and mysterious occurrence.

In the mean time, while he is on the way to visit that amiable and benevolent priest, we shall so far gratify the reader as to throw some light upon the unaccountable disappearance of the unfortunate Fenton..