It happened that the Limerick gloves had been thrown into this drawer; and Phoebe's favourable sentiments of the giver of those gloves were revived by what she had just heard, and by the confession Mrs.Hill had made, that she had no reasons, and but vague suspicious, for thinking ill of him.

She laid the gloves perfectly smooth, and strewed over them, whilst the little girl went on talking of Mr.O'Neill, the leaves of a rose which she had worn on Sunday.
Mr.Hill was all this time in deep conference with those prudent men of Hereford who were of his own opinion, about the perilous hole under the cathedral.

The ominous circumstance of this ball was also considered, the great expense at which the Irish glover lived, and his giving away gloves, which was a sure sign he was not under any necessity to sell them, and consequently a proof that, though he pretended to be a glover, he was something wrong in disguise.

Upon putting all these things together, it was resolved by these over-wise politicians that the best thing that could be done for Hereford, and the only possible means of preventing the immediate destruction of its cathedral, would be to take Mr.O'Neill into custody.

Upon recollection, however, it was perceived that there was no legal ground on which he could be attacked.