Halloo! there's M'Carthy's knock--I'm sure I know it." The proctor was right; but notwithstanding his quickness and sagacity, there was another individual in the room at that moment who recognized it sooner than he did.

Julia arose, and withdrew under some pretence which we cannot now remember, but I really because she felt that had she remained until M'Carthy's entrance, her blushes would have betrayed her.
"M'Carthy is a very handsome young-fellow," observed John--"would he think of entering any pretensions to Katherine O'Driscol ?" "What d--d stuff you often talk, John--begging your pardon," replied his brother; "he has hard reading, and his profession to think of--both of which he will find enough for him, setting Katherine O'Driscol and love out of the question." "Very good, Alick," said John.

"Ha! ha ha! I thought I would touch you there.

The bait took, my boy; jealousy, jealousy, father." Alick, on finding that he was detected, forced himself into a confused laugh, and, in the meantime, M'Carthy entered.
Nothing could surpass the cordiality of his reception.

A holiday spirit was obvious among the family--at least among all who were then visible.
Secretly, however, did his eye glance about in search of one, on whose reception of him more depended than a thousand welcomes from all the rest.