On his arrival at Merryvale and hearing how matters stood, Murtough Murphy was in a perfect agony of delight in anticipating the mystification of the kidnapped agent. Dick's intention had been to take him along with them on their canvass, and openly engage him in all their electioneering movements; but to this Murphy objected, as running too great a risk of discovery. He recommended rather to engage Furlong in amusements which would detain him from O'Grady and his party, and gain time for their side; and get out of him all the electioneering plot of the other party, _indirectly_; but to have as little _real_ electioneering business as possible. "If you do, Dick," said Murphy, "take my word, we shall betray ourselves somehow or other--he could not be so soft as not to see it; but let us be content to amuse him with all sorts of absurd stories of Ireland--and the Irish--tell him magnificent lies--astonish him with grand materials for a note-book, and work him up to publish--that's the plan, sir!" The three conspirators now joined the family party, which had just sat down to breakfast; Dick, in his own jolly way, hoped Furlong had slept well. "Vewy," said Furlong, as he sipped his tea with an air of peculiar _nonchalance_ which was meant to fascinate Fanny Dawson, who, when Furlong addressed to her his first silly common-place, with his peculiar _non_-pronunciation of the letter R, established a lisp directly, and it was as much as her sister, Mrs. Egan, could do to keep her countenance, as Fanny went on slaughtering the S's as fast as Furlong ruined R's. "I'll twouble you for a little mo' queam," said he, holding forth his cup and saucer with an affected air. "Perhapth you'd like thum more theugar," lisped Fanny, lifting the sugar-tongs with an exquisite curl of her little finger. "I'm glad to hear you slept well," said Dick to Furlong. "To be sure he slept well," said Murphy; "this is the sleepiest air in the world." "The sleepiest air?" returned Furlong, somewhat surprised. "That's vewy odd." "Not at all, sir," said Murphy; "well known fact. When I first came to this part of the country, I used to sleep for two days together sometimes. Whenever I wanted to rise early, I was always obliged to get up the night before." This was said by the brazen attorney, from his seat at a side-table, which was amply provided with a large dish of boiled potatoes, capacious jugs of milk, a quantity of cold meat and game. Murphy had his mouth half filled with potatoes as he spoke, and swallowed a large draught of milk as the stranger swallowed Murphy's lie. "You don't eat potatoes, I perceive, sir," said Murphy. "Not for bweakfast," said Furlong. "Do you for thupper?" lisped Fanny. "Never in England," he replied. "Finest things in the world, sir, for the intellect," said Murphy. "I attribute the natural intelligence of the Irish entirely to their eating them." "Oh, they are thometimes tho thleepy at the Cathtle," said Fanny.