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King Corny put silver into the boy's hand, bidding him not be too much of a rogue; the boy, smiling furtively, twitched the hair on his forehead, bobbed his head in sign of thanks, and drawing, not shutting, the door after him, disappeared. "As sure as I'm Cornelius O'Shane, this is White Connal in propria persona," said he, opening the note. "Mon Dieu! Bon Dieu! Ah, Dieu!" cried Mdlle. O'Faley.
What do you think he comes over to Ireland, what do you think he comes here for?" "Hark! then," said Sheelah, "don't I hear them out of the window? Faith! there they are, walking and talking and laughing, as if there was nothing at all in it." "Just Heavens! What a handsome uniform!" said Miss O'Faley; "and a very proper-looking man," said Sheelah.
He was absolutely essential to their parties: he was useful in the boat; he was useful to drive the car Miss O'Faley would not trust any body else to drive her; he was an ornament to the ball Miss O'Faley dubbed him her beau: she undertook to polish him, and to teach him to speak French she was astonished by the quickness with which he acquired the language, and caught the true Parisian pronunciation.
Miss O'Faley was said to be a great acquisition in the neighbourhood: she was so gay, so sociable, so communicative; and she certainly, above all, knew so much of the world; she was continually receiving letters, and news, and patterns, from Dublin, and the Black Rock, and Paris.
O'Faley is a fool, and Monsieur de Connal, Captain O'Connal, Black Connal, or by whatever other alias he is to be called, is properly a puppy. I am sorry, my dear boy, to tell you that the fool has let the rogue get hold of the five hundred pounds lodged in the bank so no hopes of your commission for three months, or at the least two months to come.
She is only gone a trip to the continent, to her aunt's, by the mother's side, Miss O'Faley, that you never saw, to get the advantage of a dancing-master, which myself don't think she wants a natural carriage, with native graces, being, in my unsophisticated opinion, worth all the dancing-master's positions, contortions, or drillings; but her aunt's of a contrary opinion, and the women say it is essential.
"That nobody can possibly contradict," said her father; "and on all occasions 'tis a comfort to be able to say what no one can contradict." "No well-bred person will never contradict nothing," said Miss O'Faley. "But, without contradicting you, my child." resumed Miss O'Faley, "I maintain the impossibility of his being a gentleman who folds a letter so."
Bien poli!" said Mademoiselle. "If you please, Miss O'Faley, ma'am," cried a hatless footman, who had run after the ladies the wrong way from the house: "if you please, ma'am, will she send up dinner now?" "Oui, qu'on serve! Yes, she will. Let her dish by that time she is dished, we shall he in and have satisfied our curiosity, I hope," added she, turning to her brother-in-law.
O'Faley, now seizing upon Ormond, whom she called her pupil, carried him off, to show him her apartments and the whole house; which she did with many useful notes pointing out the convenience and entire liberty that result from the complete separation of the apartments of the husband and wife in French houses.
O'Faley's heart still turned to Paris: in Paris she was determined to live there was no living, what you call living, any where else elsewhere people only vegetate, as somebody said. Miss O'Faley, nevertheless, was excessively fond of her niece; and how to make the love for her niece and the love for Paris coincide, was the question.
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