“Come, my dear mistress,” she whispered, “there is not one second of time to be lost. Cummiskey, who is a Catholic, might overlook our being here at this hour; because, although he is rather in the light of a friend than a servant to your father, still he is a friend to Reilly as well; but as for that ugly Scotchman, that is nothing but bone and skin, I would place no dependence whatever upon him.”
We will not describe the meeting between Reilly and the Cooleen Bawn. They had no time to lose in the tender expressions of their feelings. Each shook hands with, and bid farewell to, poor affectionate Connor, who was now drowned in tears; and thus they set off, with a view of leaving the kingdom, and getting themselves legally married in Holland, where they intended to reside.
CHAPTER XX.—The Rapparee Secured
—Reilly and the Cooleen Bawn Escape, and are Captured.
Cummiskey had a private and comfortable room of his own, to which he and the cannie Scotchman proceeded, after having ordered from the butler a tankard of strong ale. There was a cheerful fire in the grate, and when the tankard and glasses were placed upon the table the Scotchman observed:
“De'il be frae my saul, maisther Cummiskey, but ye're vera comfortable here.”
“Why, in troth, I can't complain, Mr. Malcomson; here's your health, sir, and after that we must drink another.”
“Mony thanks, Andrew.”
“Hang it, I'm not Andrew: that sounds like Scotch; I'm Andy, man alive.”