While I was engaged in making this survey, I had accidentally dropped behind my companions; my eyes were firmly fixed upon that carriage, and in the faint hope that it contained the object of all my wishes, I forgot everything else.

At length the cortege entered the town, and passing beneath a heavy stone gateway, was lost to my view.

I was still lost in revery, when an under-agent of my uncle's rode up.
"Oh, Master Charles!" said he, "what's to be done?
They've forgotten Mr.
Holmes at Woodford, and we haven't a carriage, chaise, or even a car left to send for him." "Have you told Mr.Considine ?" inquired I.
"And sure you know yourself how little Mr.Considine thinks of a lawyer.
It's small comfort he'd give me if I went to tell him.

If it was a case of pistols or a bullet mould he'd ride back the whole way himself for them." "Try Sir Harry Boyle, then." "He's making a speech this minute before the court-house." This had sufficed to show me how far behind my companions I had been loitering, when a cheer from the distant road again turned my eyes in that direction; it was the Dashwood carriage returning after leaving Sir George at the hustings.

The head of the britska, before thrown open, was now closed, and I could not make out if any one were inside.
"Devil a doubt of it," said the agent, in answer to some question of a farmer who rode beside him; "will you stand to me ?" "Troth, to be sure I will." "Here goes, then," said he, gathering up his reins and turning his horse towards the fence at the roadside; "follow me now, boys." The order was well obeyed; for when he had cleared the ditch, a dozen stout country fellows, well mounted, were beside him.