He was entertaining the courteous old general at the head of the table, with an oration in praise of Paul Dangerfield--a wonderful man--immensely wealthy--the cleverest man of his age--he might have been anything he pleased.

His lordship really believed his English property would drop to pieces if Dangerfield retired from its management, and he was vastly obliged to him inwardly, for retaining the agency even for a little time longer.

He was coming over to visit the Irish estates--perhaps to give Nutter a wrinkle or two.

He was a bachelor, and his lordship averred would be a prodigious great match for some of our Irish ladies.

Chapelizod would be his headquarters while in Ireland.