So some weeks past, and there was great cleaning at Clonbrony Castle, and in the town of Clonbrony; and the new agent’s smart and clever: and he had the glaziers, and the painters, and the slaters, up and down in the town wherever wanted; and you wouldn’t know it again. Thinks I, this is no bad sign! Now, cock up your ears, Pat! for the great news is coming, and the good. The master’s come home, long life to him! and family come home yesterday, all entirely! The _ould_ lord and the young lord, (ay, there’s the man, Paddy!) and my lady, and Miss Nugent. And I driv Miss Nugent’s maid and another; so I had the luck to be in it along _wid_ ‘em, and see all, from first to last. And first, I must tell you, my young Lord Colambre remembered and noticed me the minute he lit at our inn, and condescended to beckon me out of the yard to him, and axed me--’ Friend Larry,’ says he, ‘did you keep your promise?’--‘My oath again the whiskey, is it?’ says I. ‘My lord, I surely did,’ said I; which was true, as all the country knows I never tasted a drop since. ‘And I’m proud to see your honour, my lord, as good as your word, too, and back again among us.’ So then there was a call for the horses; and no more at that time passed betwix’ my young lord and me, but that he pointed me out to the _ould_ one, as I went off. I noticed and thanked him for it in my heart, though I did not know all the good was to come of it. Well, no more of myself, for the present. “Ogh, it’s I driv ‘em well; and we all got to the great gate of the park before sunset, and as fine an evening as ever you see; with the sun shining on the tops of the trees, as the ladies noticed; the leaves changed, but not dropped, though so late in the season. I believe the leaves knew what they were about, and kept on, on purpose to welcome them; and the birds were singing, and I stopped whistling, that they might hear them; but sorrow bit could they hear when they got to the park gate, for there was such a crowd, and such a shout, as you never see--and they had the horses off every carriage entirely, and drew ‘em home, with blessings, through the park. And, God bless ‘em! when they got out, they didn’t go shut themselves up in the great drawing-room, but went straight out to the _tir_rass, to satisfy the eyes and hearts that followed them. My lady _laning_ on my young lord, and Miss Grace Nugent that was, the beautifullest angel that ever you set eyes on, with the finest complexion, and sweetest of smiles, _laning_ upon the _ould_ lord’s arm, who had his hat off, bowing to all, and noticing the old tenants as he passed by name. Oh, there was great gladness and tears in the midst; for joy I could scarce keep from myself.