As for Master Charles, I couldn't have dreamt of such a thing." "Nor I, Barney.

I know not what to say.

It perplexes me, from whatever point I look at it.

At all events, I hope he may recover, and if he does, I trust he will consider what has happened as a warning, and act upon better principles.

May God forgive him!" And so ended their dialogue, little, indeed, to the satisfaction of Harry, whom Barney left in complete ignorance of the significant exclamations by which Grace Davoren, in the alarm of the moment, had betrayed her own guilt, by stating that Shawn-na-Middogue had stabbed the wrong man.
Sarah Sullivan--poor, thoughtless, but affectionate girl--on repairing with the thin toast to her mistress's bedroom, felt so brimful of the disaster which had befallen Charles, that---now believing in his guilt, as she did, and with a hope of effectually alienating Alice's affections from him--she lost not a moment in communicating the melancholy intelligence to her.
"O, Miss Alice!" she exclaimed, "have you heard what has happened?
O, the false fend treacherous villain! Who would believe it?
To lave a beautiful lady like you, and take up with sich a vulgar vagabone! However, he has suffered for it.