On his getting calm, they spoke to him kindly, but in firm and friendly terms communicated their ultimate determination, that, in consequence of his declining to make an adequate provision for the son, the marriage could by no means take place.  He then got his hat, and attempted to reach the road which led down to the little lawn, but so complete was his abstraction, and so exhausted his faculties, that it was not without John’s assistance he could reach the gate which lay before his eyes.  He first turned out of the walk to the right, then crossed over to the left, and felt surprised that a wall opposed him in each direction.

“You are too much disturbed,” said John, “to perceive the way, but I will show you.”

“I suppose I thought it was at home I was,” he replied, “bekase at my own house one must turn aither to the right or to the left, as, indeed, I’m in the custom of doin’.”

Whilst Fardorougha was engaged upon his ill-managed mission, his wife, who felt that all human efforts at turning the heart of her husband from his wealth must fail, resolved to have recourse to a higher power.  With this purpose in view, she put on her Sunday dress, and informed Connor that she was about to go for a short time from home.

“I’ll be back if I can,” she added, “before your father; and, indeed, it’s as good not to let him know anything about it.”

“About what, mother? for I know as little about it as he does.”

“Why, my dear boy, I’m goin’ to get a couple o’ masses sed, for God to turn his heart from that cursed airaghid it’s fixed upon.  Sure it houlds sich a hard grip of his poor sowl, that it’ll be the destruction of him here an’ hereafther.  It’ll kill him afore his time, an’ then I thrimble to think of his chance above.”

“The object is a good one, sure enough, an’ it bein’ for a spiritual purpose the priest won’t object to it.”

“Why would he, dear, an’ it for the good of his sowl?  Sure, when Pat Lanigan was jealous, his wife got three masses sed for him; and, wid the help o’ God, he was cured sound and clane.”

Connor could not help smiling at this extraordinary cure for jealousy, nor at the simple piety of a heart, the strength of whose affection he knew so well.  After her return she informed the son, that, in addition to the masses to be said against his father’s avarice, she had some notion of getting another said towards his marriage with Una.

“God help you, mother,” said Connor, laughing; “for I think you’re one of the innocentest women that ever lived; but whisht!” he added, “here’s my father—­God grant that he may bring good news!”

When Fardorougha entered he was paler or rather sallower than usual; and, on his thin, puckered face, the lines that marked it were exhibited with a distinctness greater than ordinary.  His eyes appeared to have sunk back more deeply into his head; his cheeks had fallen farther into his jaws; his eyes were gleamy and disturbed; and his Whole appearance bespoke trouble and care and the traces of a strong and recent struggle within him.