Again, good-bye.

Come, Grant!--I have instructions for you too.

But you must take them as we ride." And thus Sir Terence O'Moy found sanctuary at the altar of his country's need.

They left him incredulously to marvel at the luck which had so enlisted circumstances to save him where all had seemed so surely lost an hour ago.
He sent a servant to fetch Mr.Butler, the prime cause of all this pother--for all of it can be traced to Mr.Butler's invasion of the Tavora nunnery--and with him went to bear the incredible tidings of their joint absolution to the three who waited so anxiously in the dining-room.
POSTSCRIPTUM The particular story which I have set myself to relate, of how Sir Terence O'Moy was taken in the snare of his own jealousy, may very properly be concluded here.

But the greater story in which it is enshrined and with which it is interwoven, the story of that other snare in which my Lord Viscount Wellington took the French, goes on.