‘Lord Colambre!’ repeated all present, in different tones.

‘My lord, I beg pardon;’ continued Mrs. Raffarty, advancing as if her legs were tied; ’had I known you was down here, I would not have presumed.  I’d better retire; for I see you’re busy.’

‘You’d best; for you’re mad, sister,’ said St. Dennis, pushing her back; ‘and we are busy; go to your room, and keep quiet, if you can.’

‘First, madam,’ said Lord Colambre, going between her and the door, ’let me beg that you will consider yourself as at home in this house, whilst any circumstances make it desirable to you.  The hospitality you showed me you cannot think that I now forget.’

‘Oh, my lord, you’re too good—­how few—­too kind—­kinder than my own,’ and bursting into tears, she escaped out of the room.

Lord Colambre returned to the party round the table, who were in various attitudes of astonishment, and with faces of fear, horror, hope, joy, doubt.

‘Distress,’ continued his lordship, ’however incurred, if not by vice, will always find a refuge in this house.  I speak in my father’s name, for I know I speak his sentiments.  But never more shall vice,’ said he, darting such a look at the brother agents as they felt to the backbone—­’never more shall vice, shall fraud enter here.’

He paused, and there was a momentary silence.

’There spoke the true thing! and the Rael gentleman; my own heart’s satisfied,’ said Brian, folding his arms, and standing erect.

‘Then so is mine,’ said Grace, taking breath, with a deep sigh.

The widow advancing, put on her spectacles, and, looking up close at Lord Colambre’s face—­’Then it’s a wonder I didn’t know the family likeness.’

Lord Colambre now recollecting that he still wore the old greatcoat, threw it off.

’Oh, bless him!  Then now I’d know him anywhere.  I’m willing to die now, for we’ll all be happy.’

‘My lord, since it is so—­my lord, may I ask you,’ said Mr. Garraghty, now sufficiently recovered to be able to articulate, but scarcely to express his ideas; ‘if what your lordship hinted just now—­’

‘I hinted nothing, sir; I spoke plainly.’

‘I beg pardon, my lord,’ said old Nick;—­’respecting vice, was levelled at me; because, if it was, my lord,’ trying to stand erect; ’let me tell your lordship, if I could think it was—­’

‘If it did not hit you, sir, no matter at whom it was levelled.’

’And let me ask, my lord, if I may presume, whether, in what you suggested by the word fraud, your lordship had any particular meaning?’ said St. Dennis.

’A very particular meaning, sir,—­feel in your pocket for the key of this widow’s house, and deliver it to her.’

’Oh, if that’s all the meaning, with all the pleasure in life.  I never meant to detain it longer than till the leases were signed,’ said St. Dennis.

‘And I’m ready to sign the leases this minute,’ said the brother.