CHAPTER XIII.
Saulsby Wood "So you won't come to Moydrum again ?" said Laurence Fitzgibbon to his friend.
"Not this autumn, Laurence.

Your father would think that I want to live there." "Bedad, it's my father would be glad to see you,--and the oftener the better." "The fact is, my time is filled up." "You're not going to be one of the party at Loughlinter ?" "I believe I am.

Kennedy asked me, and people seem to think that everybody is to do what he bids them." "I should think so too.

I wish he had asked me.

I should have thought it as good as a promise of an under-secretaryship.