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Why, what then?" said Mr Bagnall, shaking the pepper over his turkey pie until I wondered what sort of a throat he would have when he had finished it. "I am afraid of hardening my heart, Sir," said Flora, in her calm decisive way. "Hardening your heart, girl! What do you mean?" said Father. "Hardening your heart by riding to hounds!"
"My dear Flora, you do take things so seriously!" I said, trying to laugh; but her tone and words had startled me, for all that. "It is well to take sin seriously," said she. "Men are serious enough in Hell; and sin is its antechamber." "You don't suppose poor Mr Bagnall will be sent there, for a little too much champagne at a hunt-supper?" said I. I did not like it, for I thought of Father.
Ireland was thus for the moment without a governor, and when after a temporary armistice, which Tyrone spun out as long as possible in hopes of his Spanish allies appearing, hostilities recommenced, the command devolved upon his brother-in-law and chief enemy, Sir Henry Bagnall. Bagnall had between four and five thousand men under him, Tyrone having about the same number, or a little less.
"What? Go on," said I, for I saw something funny was coming. "Why, would you believe it?" said Ephraim. "He called on Mr Bagnall, and asked him if he felt satisfied with the pattern he was setting his flock." "I am very glad he did!" said I. "What did Mr Bagnall say?" "Got into an awful rage, and told it to all the neighbourhood as bearing against Mr Liversedge, you understand."
Mr Bagnall growled something, I know not what, and gave himself up to his pie for the rest of the time, Mr Keith smiled, and said no more. But I know in whose hands I thought the victory rested. The word "ticket" was still spelt "etiquette." These exact expressions are quoted in Whitefield's sermons.
"The young ladies did not honour us by riding to the meet," said Mr Bagnall at last, looking at that one of us who sat nearest him which, by ill luck, happened to be Flora. "No, Sir. I do not think my aunt would have allowed it; but " Flora stopped, and cast her eyes on her plate. "But if she had, you would have been pleased to come?" suggested Mr Bagnall, rubbing his hands.
"Yes, Cis Crosthwaite," repeated Mr Bagnall; "an old wretch of a woman who has never been any better than she should be, and whom I met sticking hedges only last winter. Her son Joe is the worst poacher in the parish." All the gentlemen seemed to think that most dreadful.
By this court, Sir Phelim O'Neil, Viscount Mayo, and Colonels O'Toole and Bagnall, were condemned and executed; by them the mother of Colonel Fitzpatrick was burnt at the stake; and Lords Muskerry and Clanmaliere set at liberty, through some secret influence. The commissioners were not behind the High Court of Justice in executive offices of severity.
"Come, Mrs Kezia," said Mr Bagnall, "let us make it up by glasses all round, and a toast to the sweet Puritan memory of Mrs Deborah Hunter." "No, thank you," said my Aunt Kezia.
Mr Bagnall was getting angry. "But seeing all are criminals alike, and they own it every Sunday," was Mr Keith's answer, "does it not look rather odd that an objection should be made to one of them stating that he has been pardoned? Is it because the rest are unpardoned, and are conscious of it?" "Come, friends!" said Sir Robert, before Mr Bagnall could reply. "Let us not lose our tempers, I beg.
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