'Go back to them,' said he to the postillion; 'go back and ask whether, if I should stay a day or two longer in this country, they would let me return at night and lodge with them.

And here, man, stay, take this,' putting money into his hands, 'for the good woman of the house.' The postillion went in, and returned.
'She won't at all--I knew she would not.' 'Well, I am obliged to her for the night's lodging she did give me; I have no right to expect more.' 'What is it ?--Sure she bid me tell you--"and welcome to the lodging; for," said she, "he is a kind-hearted gentleman;" but here's the money; it's that I was telling you she would not have at all.' 'Thank you.

Now, my good friend Larry, drive me to Clonbrony, and do not say another word, for I'm not in a talking humour.' Larry nodded, mounted, and drove to Clonbrony.

Clonbrony was now a melancholy scene.

The houses, which had been built in a better style of architecture than usual, were in a ruinous condition; the dashing was off the walls, no glass in the windows, and many of the roofs without slates.