Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Irish -- England -- Fiction
"Oh, I'm quite willing to waive that," said I. "Of course it isn't
usual for the descendant of kings, like myself, to marry a daughter of
the mere nobility; but Lady Mary is so very charming that she more
than makes up for any discrepancy, whatever may be said for the rest
of the family."
At this Lord Strepp threw back his head and laughed again joyously,
crying,--
"King O'Ruddy, fill me another cup of your wine, and I'll drink to
your marriage."
We drank, and then he said:
"I'm a selfish beast, guzzling here when those poor devils think
they're smothering down below. Well, O'Ruddy, will you let my unlucky
fellows go?"
"I'll do that instantly," said I, and so we went to the head of the
circular stair and sent the guard down to shout to them to come on,
and by this time the daylight was beginning to turn the upper windows
grey. A very bedraggled stream of badly frightened men began crawling
up and up and up the stairway, and as Tom Peel had now returned I
asked him to open the front door and let the yeomen out. Once on the
terrace in front, the men seemed not to be able to move away, but
stood there drawing in deep breaths of air as if they had never tasted
it before. Lord Strepp, in the daylight, counted the mob, asking them
if they were sure every one had come up, but they all seemed to be
there, though I sent Tom Peel down along the tunnel to find if any had
been left behind.
Lord Strepp shook hands most cordially with me at the front door.
"Thank you for your hospitality, O'Ruddy," he said, "although I came
in by the lower entrance. I will send over a flag of truce when I've
seen my father; then I hope you will trust yourself to come to the
Manor House and have a talk with him."
"I'll do it with pleasure," said I.
"Good morning to you," said Lord Strepp.
"And the top o' the morning to you, which is exactly what we are
getting at this moment, though in ten minutes I hope to be asleep."
"So do I," said Lord Strepp, setting off at a run down the slope.
CHAPTER XXXIII
Once more I went to my bed, but this time with my clothes off, for if
there was to be a conference with the Earl and the Countess at the
Manor House, not to speak of the chance of seeing Lady Mary herself, I
wished to put on the new and gorgeous suit I had bought in London for
that occasion, and which had not yet been on my back. I was so excited
and so delighted with the thought of seeing Lady Mary that I knew I
could not sleep a wink, especially as daylight was upon me, but I had
scarcely put my head on the pillow when I was as sound asleep as any
of my ancestors, the old Kings of Kinsale. The first thing I knew
Paddy was shaking me by the shoulder just a little rougher than a
well-trained servant should.
"Beggin' your pardon," says he, "his lordship, the great Earl of
Westport, sends word by a messenger that he'll be pleased to have
account with ye, at your early convenience, over at the Manor House
beyond."
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