The little lodging occupied by Sir Brook and young Lendrick was in a
not very distinguished suburb near Cullen's Wood. It was in a small
one-storied cottage, whose rickety gate bore the inscription “Avoca
Villa” on a black board, under which, in the form of permanence that
indicated frequent changes of domicile, were the words, “Furnished
Apartments, and Board if required.” A small enclosure, with three
hollyhocks in a raised mound in the centre, and a luxurious crop of
nettles around, served as garden: a narrow path of very rough shingle
conducted to the door.
The rooms within were very small, low, and meanly furnished; they
bespoke both poverty and neglect; and while the broken windows,
the cobwebbed ceiling, and the unwashed floor all indicated that no
attention was bestowed on comfort or even decency, over the fireplace,
in a large black frame, was a painting representing the genealogical
tree of the house of the proprietor, Daniel O'Reardon, Esquire, the
lineal descendant of Frenok-Dhubh-na-Bochlish O'Reardon, who was King of
West Carbarry, a.d. 703, and who, though at present only a doorkeeper in
H. M. Court of Exchequer, had royal blood in his veins, and very kingly
thoughts in his head.
If a cruel destiny compelled Mr. O'Reardon to serve the Saxon, he “took
it out” in a most hearty hatred of his patron. He denounced him when he
talked, and he reviled him when he sang. He treasured up paragraphs of
all the atrocities of the English press, and he revelled in the severe
strictures which the Irish papers bestowed on them. So far as hating
went, he was a true patriot.
If some people opined that Mr. O'Reardon's political opinions rather
partook of what was in vogue some sixty-odd years ago than what
characterized a time nearer our own day, there were others, less
generous critics, who scrupled not to say that he was a paid spy of the
Government, and that all the secret organization of treason--all the
mysterious plotting of rebellion that seems never to die completely
out in Ireland--were known to and reported by this man to the Castle.
Certain it was that he lived in a way his humble salary at the Four
Courts could not have met, and indulged in convivial excesses far beyond
the reach of his small income.
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