"Hap House. Oh, it's he is the thorough-going young gentleman. Only they say he's a leetle too fast. To my mind, Mr. Owen is the finest-looking man to be seen anywhere's in the county Cork." "He's a flame of yours, is he, Fan?" "I don't know what you main by a flame. But there's not a girl in Cork but what likes the glance of his eye. They do say that he'd have Lady Clara Desmond; only there ain't no money." "And what's he to these other people?" "Cousin, I believe; or hardly so much as that, I'm thinking. But all the same if anything was to happen to young Mr. Herbert, it would all go to him." "It would, would it?" "So people say." "Mr. 'Erbert is the son of the old cock at Castle Richmond, isn't he?" "Just so. He's the young cock; he, he, he!" "And if he was to be--nowhere like; not his father's son at all, for instance, it would all go to this 'andsome 'Appy 'Ouse man; would it?" "Every shilling, they say; house, title, and all." "Hum," said Mr. Abraham Mollett; and he began again to calculate his family chances. Perhaps, after all, this handsome young man who was at present too poor to marry his noble lady love might be the more liberal man to deal with. But then any dealings with him would kill the golden goose at once. All would depend on the size of the one egg which might be extracted. He certainly felt, however, that this Fitzgerald family arrangement was one which it was beneficial that he should know; but he felt also that it would be by no means necessary at present to communicate the information to his father. He put it by in his mind, regarding it as a fund on which he might draw if occasion should require. It might perhaps be pleasant for him to make the acquaintance of this 'andsome young Fitzgerald of 'Appy 'Ouse. "And now, Fan, my darling, give us a kiss," said he, getting up from his seat. "'Deed and I won't," said Fan, withdrawing herself among the bottles and glasses. "'Deed and you shall, my love," said Aby, pertinaciously, as he prepared to follow her through the brittle ware. "Hu--sh--be aisy now. There's Tom. He's ears for everything, and eyes like a cat." "What do I care for Tom?" "And father 'll be coming in. Be aisy, I tell you. I won't now, Mr. Aby; and that's enough. You'll break the bottle." "D---- the bottle. That's smashed hany way. Come, Fan, what's a kiss among friends?" "Cock you up with kisses, indeed! how bad you are for dainties! There; do you hear that? That's the old gentleman;" and then, as the voice of Mr. Mollett senior was heard abusing the car-driver, Miss O'Dwyer smoothed her apron, put her hands to her side hair, and removed the debris of the broken bottle. "Well, governor," said Aby, "how goes it?" "How goes it, indeed! It goes pretty well, I dare say, in here, where you can sit drinking toddy all the evening, and doing nothing." "Why, what on hearth would you have me be doing? Better here than paddling about in the streets, isn't it?"