room, dressed in rather shabby black, whom I afterwards learned to be
the butler.

"What is your name, my friend?" said I, determined to make an ally of
the man.

"My name? Why Larry sure, yer honer. And the masther is out of his
sinses in a hurry, becase yer honer don't come down."

"Is he though? Well now, Larry; tell me this; which of all the
gentlemen in the house has got the largest foot?"

"Is it the largest foot, yer honer?" said Larry, altogether surprised
by my question.

"Yes; the largest foot," and then I proceeded to explain to him my
misfortune. He took up first my top-boot, and then the shooting-
boot--in looking at which he gazed with wonder at the nails;--and
then he glanced at my feet, measuring them with his eye; and after
this he pronounced his opinion.

"Yer honer couldn't wear a morsel of leather belonging to ere a one
of 'em, young or ould. There niver was a foot like that yet among
the O'Conors."

"But are there no strangers staying here?"

"There's three or four on 'em come in to dinner; but they'll be
wanting their own boots I'm thinking. And there's young Misther
Dillon; he's come to stay. But Lord love you--" and he again looked