Is not that Lady Dashfort's barouche ?' 'It looks like what she sported in Dublin last year,' said Bowles; 'but you don't think she'd give us the same two seasons?
Besides, she is not in Ireland, is she?
I did not hear of her intending to come over again.' 'I beg your pardon,' said another officer; 'she will come again to so good a market, to marry her other daughter.

I hear she said, or swore, that she will marry the young widow, Lady Isabel, to an Irish nobleman.' 'Whatever she says, she swears, and whatever she swears, she'll do,' replied Bowles.

'Have a care, my Lord Colambre; if she sets her heart upon you for Lady Isabel, she has you.

Nothing can save you.

Heart she has none, so there you're safe, my lord,' said the other officer; 'but if Lady Isabel sets her eye upon you, no basilisk's is surer.' 'But if Lady Dashfort had landed I am sure we should have heard of it, for she makes noise enough wherever she goes; especially in Dublin, where all she said and did was echoed and magnified, till one could hear of nothing else.