poor devils go, Mr. O'Ruddy, and I 'll be parole that they won't attack you again."
"And who will give his parole that Lord Strepp will not attack me again?"
"Well, O'Ruddy,"—I took great comfort from the fact that he dropped the Mr.,—"Well, O'Ruddy, you see we cannot possibly give up this estate. You are not legally entitled to it. It is ours and always has been."
"I 'm not fighting for any estate, Lord Strepp."
"Then, in Heaven's name, what are you fighting for?"
"For the consent of the Earl and Countess of Westport to my marriage with Lady Mary, your sister."
Lord Strepp gave a long whistle; then he laughed and sat down in the nearest chair.
"But what does Mary say about it?" he asked at last.
"The conceit of an Irishman, my lord, leads me to suspect that I can ultimately overcome any objections she may put forward."
"Oho! that is how the land lies, is it? I'm a thick-headed clod, or I would have suspected something of that sort when Mary pulled me down so sharply as I was cursing you at the front door." Then, with a slight touch of patronage in his tone, he said:
"There is some difference in the relative positions of our families, Mr. O'Ruddy."
"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
