"Come in!" said I. "Who is it? and what do you want?"
"It's only me, sir," said Eileen, laughing, as usual. "There's a crather below that wants to speak to you, sir."
"Who is it?" said I.
"I don't well know, sir," replied she; "but I think he's some relation to poor Darby, that ye sent to Bally—— last Friday afternoon."
"Oh! then send him up; he may account in some way for the extraordinary absence of his relative, said I.
"Sure, an' it's myself, an' no relation at all," shouted Darby from below, indignantly.
"Oh! widdy-eelish!" cried Eileen, breaking out into her hearty wild laugh, that was sure to set at defiance anything like gravity!
"Come up, Darby," said I. "I thought we should never have seen you again."
"Troth, an' the same thing came into my head more than oncet, masther. What the divil are ye laughin' at, honey?" said he (entering the room) to Eileen, who still continued her most boisterous mirth.
"Go down stairs, Evelina," said I, "and leave Darby and me alone!"