My father is out, and my mother is upstairs.

I want to know how this affair happened last night, and how it occurred that you were present at it.

It's a bad business, Barney." "Devil a worser," replied Barney, "especially for poor Mr.Charles.
I was fortunately goin' down on my _kalie_ to the family of poor disconsolate Granua (Grace), when, on passing the clump of alders, I heard screams and shouts to no end.

I ran to the spot I heard the skirls comin' from, and there I found Mr.Charles, lyin' as if dead, and Grace Davoren with her hands clasped like a mad woman over him.

The strange men then joined us, and carried him home, and that's all I know about it." "But, can you understand it, Barney?
As for me, I cannot.