account of my Lord's remembering me: and all the blessings of the land go with him, and you, and his noble house, till the end of time, and with the young Lord of Glenarvon beside, who saved Roy and Conal from a shameful death—that he did."
"But you forget," said Calantha, smiling, "that, by your own account, he was the first to bring them there." "By my heart, but he's a noble spirit for all that; and he has my good wishes, and those of many beside." As he spoke, his eye kindled with enthusiasm. Calantha's heart beat high: she listened with eager interest. "He's as generous as our own," continued he; "and if he lets his followers take a pig or two from that rogue there, Squire Flarney, does not he give half he has to those in distress? If I could ever meet him face to face, I'd tell him the same; but we never know when he's among us; for sure, there's St. Clara the prophetess, he went to see her once, they say, and she
