"I'll try," replied Dennis, and judging by the sound, he did try then and there, singing as he twirled, "Bad luck to this marching, Pipe-claying and starching, How neat one must be to be killed by the French!" But O'Brien's audible delight and the progress of the song were checked by the lieutenant, who had dressed himself, and was now in the sitting-room. "O'Brien!" "Sorr!" "If Mr. O'Moore is not ready, I must go without him." "He's ready and waiting, sorr," replied O'Brien. "_Have ye got a pocket-handkerchief, Master Dennis, dear? There's the flower for your coat. Ye'll be apt to give it away, maybe; let me use a small pin. Did the master not find ye any gloves? Now av the squire saw ye, its a proud man he'd be!_ Will I give the young gentleman one of your hats, sorr?" "Yes, of course. Be quick! So there you are at last, you young puppy. Bless me! how like the squire you are." The squire must have been amazingly handsome, I thought, as I gazed admiringly at my comrade. Our staring made him shy, and as he blushed and touched up the stephanotis in his buttonhole, the engineer changed the subject by saying, "Talking of the squire, is it true, Dennis, what Jack tells me about the twenty pounds? Did he really forget to put it in?" "As true as gospel," said Dennis, and taking up the tails of his coat he waltzed round the room to the tune of "They say some disaster Befell the paymaster, On my conscience, I think that the money's not there!" I stood out on the verandah to see them off, Dennis singing and chaffing and chattering to the last. He waved his hat to me as his friend gathered the reins, a groom sprang up behind, and they were whirled away. The only part of the business I envied them was the drive. It was a glorious night, despite the oppressive heat and the almost intolerable biting of mosquitoes and sandflies. In the wake of the departing trap flew a solitary beetle, making a noise exactly like a scissor-grinder at work. Soft and silent moths--some as big as small birds--went past my face, I fear to the hanging lamp behind me. Passing footfalls echoed bluntly from the wooden pavement, and in the far-away distance the bull-frogs croaked monotonously. And down below, as I looked upon the trees, I could see fireflies coming and going, like pulsations of light, amongst the leaves.