“On reaching the inn, there appeared a great commotion in receiving my protector, as all the inmates of the hotel turned out, and there was no end of donning of hats, and bows and curtseys. “‘Here, my good dame,’ called out the gentleman to the landlady, ‘take care of this young boy. Let him have anything he wishes for, and send for a tailor and let him make him a couple of suits of clothes, fit for a lad going to sea. I am going on to Glengariff to-morrow, but shall be back in a couple of days, so let the clothes be ready by that time,’ and, patting me on the head, and telling me to go with the landlady, he proceeded up stairs with his wife and child. “‘Bless me!’ cried the landlady, looking at me—I was not very aristocratically clothed certainly, and had lost my cap into the bargain. ‘Where did you come from, little boy, I never saw you before? You do not belong to this place, do you?’ “‘No ma’am,’ I replied, ‘I come from a long way.’ “‘There, Peggy,’ said the host, ‘don’t be after bothering the child. What’s it to us where the dickens he comes from. Sure his honour the Captain told you to give him plenty to eat and drink, and get a tailor to make a suit of clothes for him. The great thing in this world is to obey orders, that is, when you are put to no expense, and that you are sure to be paid for executing them. That’s the point; and faix, Captain Sir Oscar de Bracy pays like a prince.’” Our hero started when he heard the name of De Bracy, but remained silent. “‘Well, many’s the order you gives, _avick_,’ said the landlady, ‘that’s never paid for. But, come along; what’s your name, child?’ “‘Patrick, ma’am.’