I beg your pardon, sir,"-- and now he addressed Mollett in the gig--"but are you going up to the house ?" "Yes, sir; that's my notion just at present.

Any commands that way ?" "This is Mr.Fitzgerald--Mr.Herbert Fitzgerald; and I am Mr.Somers, the agent.

Can we do anything for you ?" Aby Mollett raised his hat, and the two gentlemen touched theirs.
"Thank'ee, sir," said Aby; "but I believe my business must be with the worthy baro-nett himself; more particularly as I 'appen to know that he's at home." "My father is not very well," said Herbert, "and I do not think that he will be able to see you." "I'll take the liberty of hasking and of sending in my card," said Aby; and he gave his horse a flick as intending thus to cut short the conversation.

But Mr.Somers had put his hand upon the bridle, and the beast was contented to stand still.
"If you'll have the kindness to wait a moment," said Mr.Somers; and he put on a look of severity, which he well knew how to assume, and which somewhat cowed poor Aby.

"You have been down here before, I think," continued Mr.Somers.
"What, at Castle Richmond?
No, I haven't.