THE BALL AT LENNON HOUSE Yet Feversham had travelled to Dublin by the night mail after his ride with Durrance in the Row.

He had crossed Lough Swilly on the following fore-noon by a little cargo steamer, which once a week steamed up the Lennon River as far as Ramelton.

On the quay-side Ethne was waiting for him in her dog-cart; she gave him the hand and the smile of a comrade.
"You are surprised to see me," said she, noting the look upon his face.
"I always am," he replied.

"For always you exceed my thoughts of you;" and the smile changed upon her face--it became something more than the smile of a comrade.
"I shall drive slowly," she said, as soon as his traps had been packed into the cart; "I brought no groom on purpose.

There will be guests coming to-morrow.