is good snipe shooting.

I find that Mr. Neville is very fond of shooting,--so much so that
before we knew anything of him except his name we had heard that he
had been on our coast after seals and sea birds. We have very high
cliffs near here,--some people say the highest in the world, and
there is one called the Hag's Head from which men get down and
shoot sea-gulls. He has been different times in our village of
Liscannor, and I think he has a boat there or at Lahinch. I believe
he has already killed ever so many seals.

I tell you all this for a reason. I hope that it may come to
nothing, but I think that you ought to know. There is a widow lady
living not very far from Liscannor, but nearer up to the cliffs.
Her cottage is on papa's property, but I think she holds it from
somebody else. I don't like to say anything to papa about it. Her
name is Mrs. O'Hara, and she has a daughter.


When Lady Scroope had read so far, she almost let the paper drop from
her hand. Of course she knew what it all meant. An Irish Miss O'Hara!
And Fred Neville was spending his time in pursuit of this girl! Lady
Scroope had known what it would be when the young man was allowed to
return to his regiment in spite of the manifold duties which should have
bound him to Scroope Manor.


I have seen this young lady,