“With all my heart--I have not the slightest objection in life; indeed I'm not sure, if all the estate be like what I passed through this afternoon, if _my_ generosity wouldn't go farther, and, instead of reducing the rent, make them an honest present of the fee simple.” “Foolish boy!” said Sir Marmaduke, half angrily. “There are forty thousand acres of reclaimable land----” “Which might bear crops, Anno Domini 3095.” “There are mines of inexhaustible wealth.” “And would cost such to work them, sir, no doubt. Come, come, father--Hemsworth has passed a life among these people. He knows more than we do, or ever shall. “I tell you, sir,” said Sir Marmaduke, nettled by such a sarcasm on his powers of observation, “I know them perfectly--I can read them like a book. They are a guileless, simple-minded, confiding people--you may see every thought they have in their countenances. They only need the commonest offices of kindness to attach them; and, as for political or religious leanings, I have questioned them pretty closely, and, without a single exception, have heard nothing but sentiments of loyalty and attachment to the church.” “Well, I only hope you don't mean to prolong your stay here. I'm sure you have done enough for any ordinary call of conscience, and, if you have not, set about it in right earnest--convert the tens into hundreds--make them all as comfortable as possible--and then, in heaven's name, get back again to England. There is no earthly reason why you should pass your time here; and as for Sybella----” “Don't include me, Fred, in your reasons for departure. I never was so happy in my life.” “There, boy--there's an example for you; and if you need another, here am I, ready to confess the same thing. I don't mean that there are not little dampers and difficulties. There's that fool about the mill-wheel, and that fellow that persists in dragging the river with a net;” and so he muttered on for some minutes beneath his teeth, to the evident enjoyment of Fred, whose quivering lip and laughing eye told how he appreciated the conflicting evidence memory was eliciting. Thus, for some time, the conversation continued, until Miss Travers retired for the night. Then, Sir Marmaduke drew his chair closer to his son's, and, in an earnest manner, related the whole circumstance of Sybella's escape from the mountain torrent--dwelling with grateful eloquence on the young O'Donoghue's heroism in coming to her rescue. “The youth has narrowly escaped with his life. The doctor, who left this but a few hours ago, said 'he never witnessed a more dangerous case than the symptoms at one time presented.' He is well, however, now--the risk is past--and I want your aid, Fred, to devise some suitable mode of evincing our gratitude.' “These O'Donoghues are your tenants--are they not?” asked the young man.