After the dance had concluded, Terence led his glowing partner to a cool quiet corner, where leaving her, he flew to the side table, and in less time than he would take to bring down a snipe, he was again beside her with a large mugful of hot negus, into which he had put, by way of stiffener, a copious dash of mountain dew.
“How do you like it, my darling?” asked Terence, after Miss Biddy had read the maker’s name in the bottom of the mug.
“Too strong, I’m afraid,” replied the heiress.
“Strong! Wake as tay, upon my honour! Miss Biddy,” cried Mr. Duffy.
(The result of Terence Duffy’s courtship will be given in the next chapter).
SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.
No. IV.
O Dinna paint her charms to me,
I ken that she is fair;