No sooner had the good old general heard my name, than he held out both his hands and shook mine most heartily.
"At last, O'Malley; at last I am able to thank you for the greatest service ever man rendered me.

He saved Lucy, my Lord; rescued her under circumstances where anything short of his courage and determination must have cost her her life." "Ah, very pretty indeed," said a stiff old gentleman addressed, as he bowed a most superbly powdered scalp before me; "most happy to make your acquaintance." "Who is he ?" added he, in nearly as loud a tone to Sir George.
"Mr.O'Malley, of O'Malley Castle." "True, I forgot; why is he not in uniform ?" "Because, unfortunately, my Lord, we don't own him; he's not in the army." "Ha! ha! thought he was." "You dance, O'Malley, I suppose?
I'm sure you'd rather be over there than hearing all my protestations of gratitude, sincere and heartfelt as they really are." "Lechmere, introduce my friend, Mr.O'Malley; get him a partner." I had not followed my new acquaintance many steps, when Power came up to me.

"I say, Charley," cried he, "I have been tormented to death by half the ladies in the room to present you to them, and have been in quest of you this half-hour.

Your brilliant exploit in savage land has made you a regular _preux chevalier_; and if you don't trade on that adventure to your most lasting profit, you deserve to be--a lawyer.

Come along here! Lady Muckleman, the adjutant-general's lady and chief, has four Scotch daughters you are to dance with; then I am to introduce you in all form to the Dean of Something's niece,--she is a good-looking girl, and has two livings in a safe county.