"Two hours."
"Why did you not come to me at once?"
"Why did I wander up and down here, but to get a sight of you?"
"Then it was you I took for Cornelius. You know he is come back. Oh,
William! you must call on us and see him. How much you will like him!"
"And how fond you are of him, Daisy, said William, in a low tone.
"Why, of course, I am; and he deserves it."
"Ay, that he does," he warmly replied. "You know, Daisy, I always said he was a good man."
"He is a good man, for he does good actions, and never seems to know it. He is a great man—for he has genius, which is a great gift; and," I added, with a smile, "he is a handsome man, too, William."
"There are some very fine men amongst those Irish," gravely replied William; "and they wear well too. There's our captain—Captain MacMahon— who is upwards of fifty, but the most splendid fellow I ever saw—six foot six: then such shoulders and such lungs. He does not roar like Johnstone, or scream like Philipps; but he just opens his mouth, and lets his voice out as it were. Then his fists—you should see his fists, Daisy!"
I was much amused, and replied: