“I see,” said he, after some minutes, “Lady Kilgoff has not joined us; but her fatigue has been very great.”
“They say my Lord 's clean daft,” said Sir Andrew.
“Oh, no, Sir Andrew,” rejoined Roland; “our misfortune has shaken his nerves a good deal, but a few days' rest and quiet will restore him.”
“He was na ower wise at the best, puir man,” sighed the veteran, as he moved away.
“Her Ladyship was quite a heroine,—is n't that so?” said Lady Janet, tartly.
“She held the rudder, or did something with the compass, I heard,” simpered a young lady in long flaxen ringlets.
Cashel smiled, but made no answer.
“Oh, dear,” sighed Meek, “and there was a dog that swam—or was it you that swam ashore with a rope in your mouth?”
“I grieve to say, neither man nor dog performed the achievement.”
“And it would appear that the horrid wretch—what's his name?” asked Mrs. White of her friend Howie.