“Marry! Who talk of marry? Not come to that yet; ten to one he has no thought of you, more than politeness require.” “Oh! as to that,” said Dora, “aunt, you certainly are mistaken there. What do you think he comes over to Ireland, what do you think he comes here for?” “Hark! then,” said Sheelah, “don’t I hear them out of the window? Faith! there they are, walking and talking and laughing, as if there was nothing at all in it.” “Just Heavens! What a handsome uniform!” said Miss O’Faley; “and a very proper-looking man,” said Sheelah. “Well, who’d have thought Black Connal, if it’s him, would ever have turned out so fine a presence of a man to look at?” “Very cavalier, indeed, to go out to walk, without waiting to see us,” said Dora. “Oh! I will engage it was that dear father of yours hoisted him out.” “Hoisted him out! Well, aunt, you do sometimes speak the oddest English. But I do think it strange that he should be so very much at his ease. Look at him--hear him--I wonder what he is saying--and Harry Ormond!--Give me my bonnet, Sheelah--behind you, quick. Aunt, let us go out of the garden door, and meet them out walking, by accident--that is the best way--I long to see how _somebody_ will look.” “Very good--now you look all life and spirit--perfectly charming! Look that manner, and I’ll engage he will fall in love with you.” “He had better not, I can tell him, unless he has a particular pleasure in being refused,” said Dora, with a toss of her head and neck, and at the same time a glance at her looking-glass, as she passed quickly out of the room.