"She's a rale lady; see the grand look of her, and the stately step, God bless her!" said a fifth.
"See, see; here's another comin' out; that's her sisther," remarked another.
"Hould your tongues, will yees?" ejaculated the landlady, jogging her elbow at random into somebody's mouth.
"An' see the little one taking the box in her hand," observed one.
"Look at the tall lady, how she smiles at her, God bless her! she's a rale good lady," remarked another.
"An' now she's linkin' with him, and here they come, by gorra," exclaimed a third.
"Back with yees, an' lave the way," exclaimed Mrs. Moroney; "don't you see the quality comin'?"
Accordingly, with a palpitating heart, the worthy mistress of King Brian Borhome prepared to receive her aristocratic guests. With due state and ceremony she conducted them into the narrow chamber which, except the kitchen, was the only public apartment in the establishment. After due attention to his fair charge, Mr. Audley inquired of the hostess,—
"Pray, my good worthy woman, are we not now within a mile or less of the entrance into the domain of Ardgillagh?"
"The gate's not two perches down the road, your honour," replied she; "is it to the great house you want to go, sir?"