And, God bless 'em! when they
got out, they didn't go shut themselves up in the great drawing-room,
but went straight out to the TIRrass, to satisfy the eyes and hearts
that followed them. My lady LANING on my young lord, and Miss Grace
Nugent that was, the beautifullest angel that ever you set eyes on,
with the finest complexion and sweetest of smiles, LANING upon the ould
lord's arm, who had his hat off, bowing to all, and noticing the old
tenants as he passed by name. Oh, there was great gladness and tears in
the midst; for joy I could scarce keep from myself.
After a turn or two upon the TIRrass, my Lord Colambre QUIT his mother's
arm for a minute, and he come to the edge of the slope, and looked down
and through all the crowd for some one.
'Is it the widow O'Neill, my lord?' says I; 'she's yonder, with the
spectacles on her nose, betwixt her son and daughter, as usual.'
Then my lord beckoned, and they did not know which of the TREE would
stir; and then he gave TREE beckons with his own finger, and they all
TREE came fast enough to the bottom of the slope forenent my lord; and
he went down and helped the widow up (Oh, he's the true jantleman), and
brought 'em all TREE up on the TIRrass, to my lady and Miss Nugent; and
I was up close after, that I might hear, which wasn't manners, but I
couldn't help it.
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