"Maybe you'll make it a little more, to save a poor widow another journey over to see you.

Sure, forty pounds wouldn't keep me in France for six months." "Well, well, we'll see.

Come to Knockowen to-morrow evening, Biddy." Biddy departed with a curious look in her eyes, and somewhat consoled for my father's indifference to her charms.
"You sail to-morrow ?" inquired his honour when she had gone.
"I do," said my father.

"I'm away to Sheep Haven to join her at cock- crow." His honour turned and caught sight of me standing by the fire.

He beckoned me to him, as he had done once before, turned my face to the light, and stared at me.
Then he looked up at father.
"He's no look of you, Mike." "So you may say," replied my father, with a knowing glance at his honour.