It was very rough, as are usually barrack rooms in outlying quarters in small towns in the west of Ireland,--and it was also very untidy.

The more prudent and orderly of mankind might hardly have understood why a young man, with prospects and present wealth such as belonged to Neville, should choose to spend a twelvemonth in such a room, contrary to the wishes of all his friends, when London was open to him, and the continent, and scores of the best appointed houses in England, and all the glories of ownership at Scroope.

There were guns about, and whips, hardly half a dozen books, and a few papers.

There were a couple of swords lying on a table that looked like a dresser.

The room was not above half covered with its carpet, and though there were three large easy chairs, even they were torn and soiled.