But still he went on.

It was incumbent on him to pay one more visit to the cliffs and he journeyed on.
At Limerick he did not even visit the barracks to see his late companions of the regiment.

At Ennis he slept in his old room, and of course the two officers who were quartered there came to him.

But they both declared when they left him that the Earl of Scroope and Fred Neville were very different persons, attributing the difference solely to the rank and wealth of the new peer.

Poor Simpkinson had expected long whispered confidential conversations respecting the ladies of Ardkill; but the Earl had barely thanked him for his journey; and the whispered confidence, which would have been so delightful, was at once impossible.