While he was yet speaking, a female figure, closely veiled, passed close to where they stood, and, without attracting any notice, slipped into Cashel's hand a slip of paper. Few as the words it contained were, they seemed to excite his very deepest emotion, and it was with a faltering voice he asked the captain by what step he could most speedily obtain his release from the service?
A tiresome statement of official forms was the answer; but Roland's impatience did not hear it out, as he said,—
“And is there no other way,—by gold, for instance?”
A cold shrug of the shoulders met this sally, and the captain said,—
“To corrupt the officials of the Government is called treason by our laws, and is punishable by death, just like desertion.” \
“Therefore is desertion the better course, as it involves none but one,” said Cashel, laughing, as he turned away.
CHAPTER IV. THE KENNYFECK HOUSEHOLD
Man, being reasonable, must dine out;
The best of life is but a dinner-party.
Amphytrion, Canto IV.
It was about half-past six of an autumn evening, just as the gray twilight was darkening into the gloom that precedes night, that a servant, dressed in the most decorous black, drew down the window-blinds of a large and splendidly furnished drawing-room of a house in Merrion Square, Dublin.