My horses were sent for to Galway; and I myself, with innumerable persons to see, and a mass of business to transact, contrived at least three times a day to ride out to the Royal Hospital, always to make some trifling inquiry for Sir George, and always to hear repeated that Miss Dashwood had not returned.
Thus passed five of my last six days in Dublin; and as the morning of the last opened, it was with a sorrowing spirit that I felt my hour of departure approach without one only opportunity of seeing Lucy, even to say good-by.

While Mike was packing in one corner, and I in another was concluding a long letter to my poor uncle, my door opened and Webber entered.
"Eh, O'Malley, I'm only in time to say adieu, it seems.

To my surprise this morning I found you had cut the 'Silent Sister.' I feared I should be too late to catch one glimpse of you ere you started for the wars." "You are quite right, Master Frank, and I scarcely expected to have seen you.

Your last brilliant achievement at Sir George's very nearly involved me in a serious scrape." "A mere trifle.

How confoundedly silly Power must have looked, eh?
Should like so much to have seen his face.