As I approached the stand amidst the plaudits of the assembled multitude, and cries of, "Thrue for ye, Masther Terence," and "O, but it's a Dinville!" there was a slight stir among the gentry, who surrounded the Lord Lieutenant, and other titled personages whom the race had attracted thither.

"How young he is,--a mere child; and yet how noble-looking," said a sweet low voice, which thrilled my soul.
I looked up and met the full liquid orbs of the Hon.

Blanche Fitzroy Sackville, youngest daughter of the Lord Lieutenant.

She blushed deeply.

I turned pale and almost fainted.