No, no, Nanny, we must not quarrel; and if I have got fond of you, how can I help it?
It's very natural thing, you know, to love a pretty girl." "But not so natural to lave her, Mr.Hycy, as you have left others before now--I needn't name them--widout name, or fame, or hope, or happiness in this world." "I won't be in until late, Nanny," he replied, coolly.

"Sit up for me.
You're a sharp one, but I can't spare you yet a while;" and, having nodded to her with a remarkably benign aspect he went out.
"Ay," said she, after he had gone; "little you know, you hardened and heartless profligate, how well I'm up to your schemes.

Little you know that I heard your bargain this evenin' wid Clinton, and that you're now gone to meet the Hogans and Teddy Phats upon some dark business, that can't be good or they wouldn't be in it; an' little you know what I know besides.

Anybody the misthress plaises may sit up for you, but I won't." CHAPTEE XI .-- Death of a Virtuous Mother.
It could not be expected that Bryan M'Mahon, on his way home from Fethertonge's, would pass Gerald Cavanagh's without calling.

He had, in his interview with that gentleman, stated the nature of his mother's illness, but at the same time without feeling any serious apprehensions that her life was in immediate danger.