CHAPTER IX.
AT LISCANNOR.
The young lord slept one night at Ennis, and on the third morning after his departure from Scroope, started in his gig for Liscannor and the cliffs of Moher.

He took a servant with him and a change of clothes.

And as he went his heart was very heavy.

He could not live a coward in his own esteem.

Were it not so how willingly would he have saved himself from the misery of this journey, and have sent to his Kate to bid her come to him in England! He feared the priest, and he feared his Kate's mother;--not her dagger, but her eyes and scorching words.