The country was all in an uproar about him, and his murderer would have been hanged surely, but he prudently withdrew to the Continent.

My lady got surprisingly well, and no sooner was it known that Sir Kit was dead than all the country came round in a body, as it were, to set her free.  But she had taken an unaccountable prejudice against the country, and was not easy, but when she was packing up to leave us, I considered her quite as a foreigner, and no longer part of the family.  Her diamond cross was at the bottom of it all; and it was a shame for her, being his wife, not to have given it up to him when he condescended to ask for it so often, especially when he made it no secret he had married her for her money.

III.—­Sir Condy

The new heir, Sir Conolly, commonly called Sir Condy, was the most universally beloved man I ever saw or heard of.  He was ever my white-headed boy, when he used to live in a small but slated house at the end of the avenue, before he went to college.  He had little fortune of his own, and a deal of money was spent on his education.  Many of the tenants secretly advanced him cash upon his promising bargains of leases, and lawful interest should he ever come into the estate.  So that when he did succeed, he could not command a penny of his first year’s income.  My son Jason, who was now agent, explained matters to Sir Condy, who, not willing to take his affairs in his own hands, or even to look them in the face, gave my son a bargain of some acres at a reasonable rent to pay him for his many years’ service in the family gratis.

There was a hunting-lodge convenient to my son’s land that he had his eye upon, but Sir Condy talked of letting it to his friend Captain Moneygawl, with whom he had become very friendly, and whose sister, Miss Isabella, fell over head and ears in love with my master the first time he went there to dinner.

But Sir Condy was at a terrible nonplus, for he had no liking for Miss Isabella.  To his mind, little Judy McQuirk, daughter to a sister’s son of mine, was worth twenty of her.  But her father had locked her in her room and forbidden her to think of him, which raised his spirit; and I could see him growing more and more in the mind to carry Miss Isabella off to Scotland, as she desired.  And I had wished her joy, a week after, on her return with my poor master.  Lucky for her she had a few thousands of her own, for her father would not give her a farthing.  My master and my lady set out in great style, and it was reported that her father had undertaken to pay all Sir Condy’s debts; and, of course, all the tradesmen gave him fresh credit, and everything went on smack smooth.  I was proud to see Castle Rackrent again in all its glory.  She went on as if she had a mint of money; and all Sir Condy asked—­God bless him!—­was to live in peace and quiet, and have his whiskey punch at night.  But my lady’s few thousands could not last for ever.  Things in a twelve-month or so came to such a pass that there was no going on any longer.