. Roland Cashel. ehind him, and he was gone. When Cashel reached hishouse, it was to endure increased anxiety, for Mr. Phillis had gone out,and like a true gentlemans gentleman, none of the other servants knewanything of his haunts, or, when lie would return. Leaving Cashel,then, to the tortures of a suspense, which his fervid nature made almostintolerable, we shall return for a brief space to the house he had justquitted, and to the drawing-room, where, in momentary expectation ofhis appearance, the ladies sat, maintaining that species of staccatoconversation which can afford interruption wit
. Roland Cashel. ehind him, and he was gone. When Cashel reached hishouse, it was to endure increased anxiety, for Mr. Phillis had gone out,and like a true gentlemans gentleman, none of the other servants knewanything of his haunts, or, when lie would return. Leaving Cashel,then, to the tortures of a suspense, which his fervid nature made almostintolerable, we shall return for a brief space to the house he had justquitted, and to the drawing-room, where, in momentary expectation ofhis appearance, the ladies sat, maintaining that species of staccatoconversation which can afford interruption with least inconvenience. Itis our duty to add, that we bring our reader back here less with anydirect object as to what is actually going forward than to make himbetter acquainted with the new arrival. Had Mi<s Ollara been the mere quiet, easy-going, simple-mindedelderly maiden she seemed to Cashels eyes, the step on our part had notbeen needed ; she might, like some other characters of our tale, have been • -. ROLAND CASHEL. 183 suffered to glide by as ghosts or stage supernumeraries do, unquestionedand undetained, but she possessed qualities of a kind to demand some-what more consideration. Aunt Fanny, to give her the title by whichshe was best known, was, in reality, a person of the keenest insight intoothers—reading people at sight, and endowed with a species of intuitiveperception of all the possible motives which lead to any action. Residingtotally in a small town in the west of Ireland, she rarely visited thecapital, and was now, in fact, brought up special by her sister, , who desired to have her advice and counsel on the prospectof securing Cashel for one or other of her daughters. It was so far awise step, that in such a conjuncture no higher opinion could have beenobtained. It was like getting a private hint from the Chancellor about a causein equity. This was Mr. Kennyfecks own illustration. Aunt Fanny was then there in the guise of a Domestic Dete
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