“Where are the trees,” said she, “my dear?” still
looking through her glass. “You are blind, my dear,” says he; “what are
these under your eyes?” “These shrubs,” said she. “Trees,” said he. “May
be they are what you call trees in Ireland, my dear,” said she; “but
they are not a yard high, are they?” “They were planted out but last
year, my lady,” says I, to soften matters between them, for I saw she
was going the way to make his honour mad with her: “they are very
well grown for their age, and you’ll not see the bog of
Allyballycarricko’shaughlin at-all-at-all through the skreen, when once
the leaves come out. But, my lady, you must not quarrel with any part
or parcel of Allyballycarricko’shaughlin, for you don’t know how many
hundred years that same bit of bog has been in the family; we would not
part with the bog of Allyballycarricko’shaughlin upon no account at all;
it cost the late Sir Murtagh two hundred good pounds to defend his title
to it and boundaries against the O’Learys, who cut a road through it.”
Now one would have thought this would have been hint enough for my lady,
but she fell to laughing like one out of their right mind, and made
me say the name of the bog over for her to get it by heart, a dozen
times--then she must ask me how to spell it, and what was the meaning
of it in English--Sir Kit standing by whistling all the while; I verily
believed she laid the corner stone of all her future misfortunes at that
very instant; but I said no more, only looked at Sir Kit.
There were no balls, no dinners, no doings; the country was all
disappointed--Sir Kit’s gentleman said in a whisper to me, it was all
my lady’s own fault, because she was so obstinate about the cross. “What
cross?” says I; “is it about her being a heretic?” “Oh, no such matter,”
says he; “my master does not mind her heresies, but her diamond cross,
it’s worth I can’t tell you how much; and she has thousands of English
pounds concealed in diamonds about her, which she as good as promised to
give up to my master before he married, but now she won’t part with any
of them, and she must take the consequences.”
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