He was sick of Barney Morony and the canoe, and never desired to see either of them again.

He was sick indeed, of everything Irish, and thought that the whole island was a mistake.

He drove however boldly through Liscannor and up to Father Marty's yard, and, not finding the priest at home, there left his horse and gig.

He had determined that he would first go to the priest and boldly declare that nothing should induce him to marry the daughter of a convict.

But Father Marty was not at home.