go in the mud."
"That's jist what the boys war saying, Miss; and there be so much more room, and there be so many to be in it, they couldn't all be in it, at all at all, at home. So you see we is to be married in the room inside, where the two beds is, and they is to come out of it, and the supper is to be there, Miss, you see, and the most of the dhrinking, and then we'll have the big kitchen comfortable to oursells for the music and the dancing. And what do you think! Pat has got Shamus na Pe'bria, all the ways out of County Mayo, him that makes all the pipes through the counthry, Miss; and did the music about O'Connell all out of his own head, Miss. Oh, it 'll be the most illigant wedding intirely, Miss, anywhere through the counthry, this long time back! When one is to be married, it's as well to do it dacently as not; arn't it, Miss?"
"Oh! that it is Mary, and yours 'll be quite a dash."
"Yours 'll be the next, you know, Miss Feemy, and that will be the wedding! But there's one thing that bothers me intirely."
"Well, out with it at once, Mary; I suppose you want to borrow the plates, and knives, and forks, and things?"
"Oh, that's in course, Miss Feemy; and it's very good in you to be offering them that way before I axed the loan of them at all; but that ain't all. You see I'm so bothered intirely with them big sheets, and they not half finished, and not a taste in life done to the cap of me yet, and the pratees and vegetables to get ready, and the things to dress, and not a sowl to lend me a hand at all, unless jist Mrs. Mehan's bit of a girl, and she's busy readying the rooms; and so, Miss Feemy, if you'd jist let Biddy slip up for the afthernoon, – you know Katty could be doing for you down here, – and then, Miss, I'd be made intirely."
"Well, Mary, I suppose she must go up then; one thing's certain, you can't be getting married every day."
"Why no, Miss, that is sartain; for even if Denis were to die away like, – as in course he must one day, for he ain't quite so young now, – I would have to be waiting a little, Miss, before I got my second."
Mary Brady had been above thirty years getting one husband; she was, therefore, probably right as to the delay she might experience in obtaining a second.
"Well, Mary, Biddy may go with you."
"Long life to you, Miss; and about the things then you know – the plates, and the knives, and the glasses?"
"Oh! Mary, I'll not have you bringing the glasses down there at all; sure Mrs. Mehan's glasses enough of her own, and she selling whiskey. You may take the knives, and the forks, and the plates; though you must leave us enough for ourselves – and there an't so many of them in it after all."
"Well, Miss Feemy, that's very good of you now. And you'll be bringing your own sweetheart with you, won't you, dear? – and it's I'd be sorry you'd be at my wedding, and no one fit to dance with your father's daughter."
"Oh! if you mean Captain Ussher, he told me Pat asked him himself, and he'd sure be there."
"And who else should I main, alanna; sure isn't he your own beau, and ain't you to be married to him, Miss Feemy?"
"Nonsense, Mary."
"Well, now, but sure you wouldn't be ashamed of telling me – isn't you going to have him, Miss?"
"But musn't I wait to be asked, like another? – Sure, Mary, you didn't go asking Denis McGovery, did you?"
"No, then, indeed I didn't, darling; and glad enough he was to be axing me."
"Well, and musn't I be the same?"
"Oh! in course; but, Miss Feemy, the Captain's been up here coorting at Ballycloran now these six months; sure he axed you before this, Miss Feemy?"
Feemy was rather puzzled; she didn't like to say she was not engaged; she had a presentiment Mary Brady was fishing to find out if the report about the Captain's inconstancy was true, and as matters stood she did not exactly like to say that the affair was arranged.
"Well, Mary, then I'll tell you exactly how it is – but mind, I don't want it talked about yet for rasons; so you won't say anything about it if I tell you?"
"Och then! is it I? Sorrow a word in life shall any one be the better av me, and you know, Miss Feemy, I wouldn't tell you a lie for worlds."
"Well, then, it's jist this way – I and the Captain is engaged, but there's rasons for him why we couldn't be married just immediately; so you see that's why I don't want it talked about."
"Ah! well dear, I knew there was something av that in it, and a nice handsome gentleman like the Captain wouldn't be trating the likes of you that way."
"What way, Mary?"
"Why they do be saying – "
"Who do be saying?"
"Why, jist through the counthry, – people you know, Miss, who must always have their gag; they do be saying – that's only some of them you know, Miss, who don't be quite frindly to Ballycloran – that the Captain don't main to be married at all, and is only playing his tricks with you, and that he's a schamer. But I knew you wouldn't be letting him go on that way, and so I said to Pat."
Feemy didn't quite like all this – it was a corroboration of what her brother had said; for though the Captain had certainly promised to marry her, he had never thought it necessary to ask her. She knew the matter did not rest on a proper footing; and though she was hardly aware of it, she felt the indignity of the probability of being jilted being talked over by such persons as Pat Brady.
"Your brother, Mary, might have saved himself the throuble of telling lies about either the Captain or me; not of course that I care."
"Oh! it warn't Pat, Miss, said it, only he heard it you know, Miss, through the counthry."
"Well, it don't signify who said it, but don't you be repeating what I told you."
"Is it I, Miss? Sorrow a word, Miss, will any one hear from me av it. Would I tell a lie about it? But I'll be glad to see the day you're married, for that'll be the great wedding through the counthry. – Oh laws!"
This exclamation was not a part of the last speech, but was a kind of long-drawn, melancholy sigh, which did not take place for some minute or two after she had done speaking, during which time Feemy had been thinking of her own affairs, quite forgetful of Mary Brady and her wedding.
"My! Mary, what are you sighing about?"
"Well then, Miss Feemy, and isn't it a dreadful thing to be laving one's home, and one's frinds like, and to be going right away into another house intirely, Miss; and altogether the thoughts of what is the married life at all frets me greatly."
"Why, you needn't be married unless you like it, Mary."
"Oh! Miss Feemy, that's in course too; but then a young woman is behove to do something for her family."
"But you haven't a family, you know, Mary, now."
"No, but Miss Feemy alanna, you know the chances is I shall have now I'm to be married; and it's for them, the little innocents, I does it."
The strength of this argument did not exactly strike Feemy, but she thought it was all right, and said nothing.
"And then the throubles of a married life, darling, – supposing them is too many for me, what'll I do at all? I wonder, Miss Feemy,
