My Lord Colambre, if I see rightly into a millstone, as I hope and believe I do on the present occasion, I have to congratulate your lordship (haven't I ?) upon something like a succession, or a windfall, in this DENEWMENT.

And I beg you'll make my humble respects acceptable to the ci-devant Miss Grace Nugent that was; and I won't DERROGATE her by any other name in the interregnum, as I am persuaded it will only be a temporary name, scarce worth assuming, except for the honour of the public adoption; and that will, I'm confident, be soon exchanged for a viscount's title, or I have no sagacity nor sympathy.

I hope I don't (pray don't let me) put you to the blush, my lord.' Lord Colambre would not have let her, if he could have helped it.
'Count O'Halloran, your most obedient! I had the honour of meeting you at Killpatrickstown,' said Mrs.Petito, backing to the door, and twitching her shawl.

She stumbled, nearly fell down, over the large dog--caught by the door, and recovered herself.

Hannibal rose and shook his ears.