Lord Kilgobbin : a tale of Ireland in our own time . more. Nothing really serious at any far he behaved frankly and well, for even at the outset of the affairhe owned to—a what shall I call it ?—an entanglement was, I believe,his own word—an entanglement in England Did he not state more of this entanglement, with whom it was,or how, or where ? I should think not. At all events they who told me knewnothing of these details. They only knew, as he said, that he wasiu a certain souse tied up, and that till fate unbound him he was aprisoner. Poor fellow; it ivas hard. So he said, and so the
Lord Kilgobbin : a tale of Ireland in our own time . more. Nothing really serious at any far he behaved frankly and well, for even at the outset of the affairhe owned to—a what shall I call it ?—an entanglement was, I believe,his own word—an entanglement in England Did he not state more of this entanglement, with whom it was,or how, or where ? I should think not. At all events they who told me knewnothing of these details. They only knew, as he said, that he wasiu a certain souse tied up, and that till fate unbound him he was aprisoner. Poor fellow; it ivas hard. So he said, and so they believed him. Not that I myselfbelieve he was ever seriously in love with the Irish girl. And why not ? I may be wi-onjsr, ia cj reading of him ; but my impression isthat he regards marriage as one of those solemn events which shouldcontribute to a mans worldly fortune. Now an Lish connectioneould scarcely be the road to this. What an ungallaut admission, said she, with a smile. I«pe Mr. Walpole is not of your mind. After a pause she said,. PLMXUDD5I CASTLE, NORTH WALES. 195 ** And how was it that in jour intimacy he told you nothing ofthis ? He shook his head in dissent. Not even of the * entanglement ? Not even of that. He would speak freely enough of his egregiousblunder, as he called it, in quitting his career and coming to Ireland ;that it was a gross mistake for any man to take up Irish politics as aline in life ; that they were puzzles in the present and lead to nothingin the future, and, in fact, that he wished himself back again in Italyevery day he lived. Was there any entanglement there also ? I cannot say. On these he made me no confidences. Coffee, my lady ! said the butler, entering at this was Atlee grieved at the interruption. I am enough of a Turk, said she, laughingly, to like thatmuddy, strong coffee they give you in the East, and where the verysmallness of the cups suggests its strength. You, I know, areimpatient for your cigarette, Mr. A
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