’But if Lady Dashfort had landed I am sure we should have heard of it, for she makes noise enough wherever she goes; especially in Dublin, where all she said and did was echoed and magnified, till one could hear of nothing else.  I don’t think she has landed.’

‘I hope to Heaven they may never land again in Ireland!’ cried Sir James Brooke; ’one worthless woman, especially one worthless Englishwoman of rank, does incalculable mischief in a country like this, which looks up to the sister country for fashion.  For my own part, as a warm friend to Ireland, I would rather see all the toads and serpents, and venomous reptiles, that St. Patrick carried off in his bag, come back to this island, than these two dashers.  Why, they would bite half the women and girls in the kingdom with the rage for mischief, before half the husbands and fathers could turn their heads about.  And, once bit, there’s no cure in nature or art.’

‘No horses to this barouche!’ cried Captain Bowles.—­’Pray, sir, whose carriage is this?’ said the captain to a servant who was standing beside it.

‘My Lady Dashfort, sir, it belongs to,’ answered the servant, in rather a surly English tone; and turning to a boy who was lounging at the door—­’Pat, bid them bring out the horses, for my ladies is in a hurry to get home.’

Captain Bowles stopped to make his servant alter the girths of his horse, and to satisfy his curiosity; and the whole party halted.  Captain Bowles beckoned to the landlord of the inn, who was standing at his door.

‘So, Lady Dashfort is here again?—­This is her barouche, is not it?’

‘Yes, sir, she is—­it is.’

‘And has she sold her fine horses?’

’Oh no, sir—­this is not her carriage at all—­she is not here.  That is, she is here, in Ireland; but down in the county of Wicklow, on a visit.  And this is not her own carriage at all;—­that is to say, not that which she has with herself, driving; but only just the cast barouche like, as she keeps for the lady’s maids.’

’For the lady’s maids! that is good! that is new, faith!  Sir James, do you hear that?’

‘Indeed, then, and it’s true, and not a word of a lie!’ said the honest landlord.  ’And this minute, we’ve got a directory of five of them abigails, sitting within in our house; as fine ladies, as great dashers, too, every bit as their principals; and kicking up as much dust on the road, every grain!—­Think of them, now!  The likes of them, that must have four horses, and would not stir a foot with one less!—­As the gentleman’s gentleman there was telling and boasting to me about now, when the barouche was ordered for them, there at the lady’s house, where Lady Dashfort is on a visit—­they said they would not get in till they’d get four horses; and their ladies backed them; and so the four horses was got; and they just drove out here, to see the points of view for fashion’s sake, like their betters; and up with their glasses, like their