The subject of these remarks was a tall and handsome young fellow, some sixteen years of age.  He was already broad at the shoulders, and promised to become an exceedingly powerful man.  He had stood somewhat behind the colonel, watching calmly the effect of his words on those whose comrade he was to be, for he knew how punctilious were his countrymen, on the subject of family, placing as much or even more value than did the Scots, on points of genealogy, and of descent from the old families.  His frank open face, his bearing and manner, did as much to smooth his way as did the speech of his colonel, who, when he had been introduced to him, two days before, had questioned him very closely on the subject of his family.  It had almost been a matter of satisfaction to Desmond when he heard, from the colonel, that the officer who had fallen at Breda was probably the father of whom he had no remembrance; for, from the time he attained the age of boyhood, it had been a grief and pain that he should never have heard from his father, who, it now appeared, had been prevented by death from ever communicating with him.

The officers received him cordially.  They had little doubt that he was the son of the Murroch Kennedy, of Dillon’s regiment, although, after they separated, some wonder was expressed as to the reason why the latter had committed his son to the care of so notorious a traitor as John O’Carroll.

Desmond had been specially introduced to two of the young lieutenants, Patrick O’Neil and Phelim O’Sullivan, and these took him off with them to their quarters.

“And what is the last news from Ireland?  I suppose that the confiscations have ceased, for the excellent reason that they have seized the estates of every loyal gentleman in the country?”

“That was done long ago, in the neighbourhood of Kilkargan, and, so far as I know, everywhere the feeling is as bitter as ever, among those who have been dispossessed, and also among the tenants and peasantry, who have found themselves handed over to the mercies of Dutchmen, or other followers of William.  At Kilkargan there was not that grievance; but, although they had still one of the old family as their master, they could not forgive him for deserting to the side of the usurper, nor for changing his religion in order to do pleasure to William.  Certainly, he can have derived but little satisfaction from the estates.  He seldom showed himself out of doors, never without two or three armed servants, all of whom were strangers from the north, and he was often away, for months together, at Dublin.”

“And what did you do with yourself?”

“I fished, shot, and rode.  I had many friends among the gentry of the neighbourhood, who would, doubtless, have shown less kindness than they did, had it not been for the neglect with which O’Carroll treated me.  His unpopularity was all in my favour.

“However, I have one good reason for being obliged to him, since it was through him that I obtained my commission.  He told me that, in his young days, he had been at a French college with the duke.  They had been great friends there, and he thought that, in memory of this, de Noailles would procure me a commission.”