And certainly the rich volume of cheers that greeted the sentiment vouched for a hearty and sincere recognition of the toast.
‘The chaise is ready at the door, councillor,’ cried the landlord, addressing Mr. Miller, and after a friendly shake-hands all round, Miller slipped his arm through O’Shea’s and drew him apart.
‘I’ll be back this way in about ten days or so, and I’ll ask you to present me to your aunt. She has got above a hundred votes on her property, and I think I can count upon you to stand by me.’
‘I can, perhaps, promise you a welcome at the Barn,’ muttered the young fellow in some confusion; ‘but when you have seen my aunt, you’ll understand why I give you no pledges on the score of political support.’
‘Oh, is that the way?’ asked Miller, with a knowing laugh.
‘Yes, that’s the way, and no mistake about it,’ replied O’Shea, and they parted.
CHAPTER XXXI
HOW THE ‘GOATS’ REVOLTED
In less than a week after the events last related, the members of the ‘Goat Club’ were summoned to an extraordinary and general meeting, by an invitation from the vice-president, Mr. McGloin, the chief grocer and hardware dealer of Kilbeggan. The terms of this circular seemed to indicate importance, for it said—‘To take into consideration a matter of vital interest to the society.’