Jack went out, and in a second or two put his head back into the room and called to me—“Green,” he said, “just step here moment, there’s a good fellow.” I went out, and there I found Fanny standing with her brother. “Here are the girls at their wits’ ends,” said he, “about your dancing. So Fanny has put a boy upon one of the horse and proposes that you should send another line to Mrs. Meehan at Ballyglass. It’s only ten miles, and he’ll be back in two hours.” I need hardly say that I acted in conformity with this advice, I went into Mr. O’Conor’s book room, with Jack and his sister, and there scribbled a note. I was delightful to feel how intimate I was with them, and how anxious they were to make me happy. “And we won’t begin till they come,” said Fanny. “Oh, Miss O’Conor, pray don’t wait,” said I. “Oh, but we will,” she answered. “You have your wine to drink, and then there’s the tea; and then we’ll have a song two. I’ll spin it out; see if I don’t.” And so we went to the front door where the boy was already on his horse—her own nag as I afterwards found. “And Patsey,” said she, “ride for your life; and Patsey, whatever you do, don’t come back without Mr. Green’s pumps—his dancing-shoes you know.” And in about two hours the pumps did arrive; and I don’t think I ever spent a pleasanter evening or got more satisfaction out of a pair of shoes. They had not been two minutes on my feet before Larry was carrying a tray of negus across the room in those which I had worn at dinner. “The Dillon girls are going to stay here,” said Fanny as I wished her good night at two o’clock. “And we’ll have dancing every evening as long as you remain.” “But I shall leave to-morrow,” said I. “Indeed you won’t. Papa will take care of that.” And so he did. “You had better go over to Ballyglass yourself to-morrow,” said he, “and collect your own things. There’s no knowing else what you may have to borrow of Larry.” I stayed there three weeks, and in the middle of the third I thought that everything would be arranged between me and Fanny. But the aunt interfered; and in about a twelvemonth after my adventures she consented to make a more fortunate man happy for his life.