But, for your lives, don’t touch upon Ireland the night, nor till she has fairly got the better of the marriage.  Apropos—­there’s my wager to Mordicai gone at a slap.  It’s I that ought to be scolding you, my Lord Colambre; but I trust you will do as well yet, not in point of purse, maybe.  But I’m not one of those that think that money’s everything—­though, I grant you, in this world, there’s nothing to be had without it—­love excepted—­which most people don’t believe in—­but not I—­in particular cases.  So I leave you, with my blessing, and I’ve a notion, at this time, that is better than my company—­your most devoted—­’

The good-natured Sir Terence would not be persuaded by Lord Clonbrony to stay.  Nodding at Lord Colambre as he went out of the room, he said, ’I’ve an eye, in going, to your heart’s ease too.  When I played myself, I never liked standers-by.’

Sir Terence was not deficient in penetration, but he never could help boasting of his discoveries.

Lord Colambre was grateful for his judicious departure; and followed his equally judicious advice, not to touch upon Ireland this night.

Lady Clonbrony was full of Buxton, and he was glad to be relieved from the necessity of talking; and he indulged himself in considering what might be passing in Miss Nugent’s mind.  She now appeared in remarkably good spirits; for her aunt had given her a hint that she thought her out of humour because she had not been permitted to be Miss Broadhurst’s bridesmaid, and she was determined to exert herself to dispel this notion.  This it was now easy for her to do, because she had, by this time, in her own imagination, found a plausible excuse for that coldness in Lord Colambre’s reception of her, by which she had at first been hurt; she had settled it, that he had taken it for granted she was of his mother’s sentiments respecting Miss Broadhurst’s marriage, and that this idea, and perhaps the apprehension of her reproaches, had caused his embarrassment—­she knew that she could easily set this misunderstanding right.  Accordingly, when Lady Clonbrony had talked herself to sleep about Buxton, and was taking her afternoon’s nap, as it was her custom to do when she had neither cards nor company to keep her awake, Miss Nugent began to explain her own sentiments, and to give Lord Colambre, as her aunt had desired, an account of the manner in which Miss Broadhurst’s marriage had been settled.

‘In the first place,’ said she, ’let me assure you that I rejoice in this marriage; I think your friend, Sir Arthur Berryl, is every way deserving of my friend, Miss Broadhurst; and this from me,’ said she, smiling, ’is no slight eulogium.  I have marked the rise and progress of their attachment; and it has been founded on the perception of such excellent qualities on each side, that I have no fear for its permanence.  Sir Arthur Berryl’s honourable conduct in paying his father’s debts, and his generosity to his mother and sisters, whose