"Oh! I am as strong as a giant now," said I, "thanks to your good care, Mrs. O'Toole; and if I look like a ghost it will fit me the better for the society in which you know I am to pass the night."
"Holy Mary! Captin agrah, don't spake that away of the dead!"
"Good night," said Kate.
"From the weird and woeful power
Of midnight's awful hour;
May the Holy Cross preserve thee,
At thy need may Heaven serve thee!"
"After your benediction, Miss Vernon, I am equal to any ghostly encounter! good night."
My first waking thought was the delightful certainty of meeting Kate at breakfast, and my second, that one day of my sojourn had already flown. With what terrible rapidity these precious last days made themselves wings and fled away into the past! I cannot dwell upon the memory of them.
I examined with great delight and loud eulogiums, the really admirable picture on which Winter was now engaged, and acknowledged that Cyclops was a first-rate subject.