“We are not to let you in, Mr. Cashel,” said Mrs. Kennyfeck, from within. “There has been a vote of the House against your admission.”
“Not, surely, to condemn me unheard,” said Roland; “I might even say, unaccused.”
“How so?” cried Mrs. Kennyfeck. “Is not your present position your accusation? Why are you there, while we are here?”
“I went out for a walk, and lost myself in the woods.”
“What does he say, my dear?” said Aunt Fanny, fearful of losing a word of the dialogue.
“That he lost himself, madam,” said one of the dragoons, dryly.
“So, indeed, we heard, sir,” said the maiden lady, piteously; “but I may say I foresaw it all.”
“You are an old fool, and, worse still, every one sees it,” whispered Mrs. Kennyfeck, in an accent that there was no mistaking, although only a whisper.
“We considered that you had abdicated, Mr. Cashel,” said Mrs. White, who, having in vain waited for Roland to approach the window she occupied, was fain at last to join the others, “and we were debating on what form of Government to adopt,—a Presidency, with Mr. Linton—”
“I see you are no legitimist,” slyly remarked Miss Kenny-feck. But the other went on,—