and it might be that of wealth, which his situation called for.
Many bitter mortifications necessarily befell the emigrant, who left hearts, warm as their climate, attached to his name for ages, and to his person from infancy; for, even when kind, the strangers were cold; and, if his services were liberally rewarded, the demands made on his purse were proportionably great; and frequently did he think it would have been better that he had died in his own sunny Italy, than linger out existence among a people who knew neither his situation in the past, nor his sorrow in the present—who might pity, but could not comprehend him.
Granard Park was about ten miles from the town which received the wanderer, whose person and manners were much too distinguished not to have attracted some attention from the neighbouring gentry, though many were of opinion "that foreign papists ought not to be encouraged." The females of their families could not hold the same opinions, and the Signor Manuello's eyes and mustachios, the graceful drapery of his cloak, his melancholy step, and his broken English, occasioned many domestic differences of opinion in the neighbourhood of K, at the time when Mr. Granard, with the then beautiful Lady Anne (who had lately become a mother) and his lovely sister, took up their abode for the season at the ancestral mansion, and became the centre of attraction to the neighbourhood, all of whom hastened to the balls and dinners,
